ruggit miss fits 3

blood line of a og in these cold street cut throat ive grown to be what these wanna bes wanna be i move like a killa bee only difference i dont drop when i sting gave em dat lirycal ropa dope feeling like raps alli off spring of a king pan who even in the pen his reach to the streets was more then wings length...back at it in da streets like bums pan handlen ur plans i dismantle i feel in love with this ruggit shit since a kid knee high knee thick in it...