yeah ..... i gat my own stock....that i save in the truck and told you a million...shit..nigga. i save it in the bunk.. we terror squad boy's we gat a real bill for the dogs .... i gat a holiday style.. 34 shot's don't stick around the hood....you speaking too loud you too proud don't let your mouth be talking too loud.. the street is clear just like the maracat .i understand the words of 50cent... ..... I'm still Short... nigga i gat alot of brain stuff nigga .... I'll twist you like a bike stunt fever... I'm the number one nigga... D cuba link..i gotta lot of things.. that i need to set in place about my dreams I'm counting my G's..... you better flex your jeans... .....the world's turning over and the time is tick'in in 1960....the new york Lord's they held a open meeting cause the streets is angry.,.. the. kings are friendly... ....my squad are ready.. the poor are many ....the cars are plenty wit face of envy.. roll Royce's encounty... ....beware of boundaries.... cause the boss aims five mills... All feets .are clean...yeah nigga i told you, that all feets are clean . thou all feets are clean... but the mind is filled wit a little piece of greed... allow me do my thing... don't let me chase your greens.. am not a roman ....i always tell you that I'm a greek... i read the bible to fullfil my wills... yo... don't cry i bought a little beef for you you understand... your dad is not a man, but i took that chance.. to walk away from crime...thats my self-defense... that's my terror squad ... the ghetto Superstars in back seat.. roll up my beams then you blast it there in 10feet another.... outlaw making up some change just to make it out the game ...come here and test your fate..men.. yo... i have no rider or light leading..me.. ..be invisible I'll rather be the man of dreams.... ..... just believe un yourself... ... don't let anyone choose for your chance I'm standing as a guest for my friends .... I'm writing my lyrics... ..wit a lot of stress that makes me to be pressed ....fuck y'all that like to pretend.... ...my mind is my end... P.I.M.P...wit..a mob 45 is the number on the magazine put my fingers just to cross....the land of Aladdin... yeah.... my dream is to be king... .. makaveli and the outlawz are the best of shit.... fuck my rivalry... i grow up in a cash orby,,,blink blin is well know as flash money counting dollars every day like the richest puppies riding my roll Royce's in the highest pleasures