Low Blow Lil’ Thomas You a bitch, Are you 6ix 9ine Because your a snitch I’ll put your body in a ditch Really think I’m playing, Cuz your ass isn’t staying Chasing you through O block Gun em’ down You duck for cover You ain’t hearing no sound Then I come up Shooting you, losing blood by the pound We bloods ain’t messin We won’t leave you guessing Who shot ya? Bitch, it’s me “Who got shot” Oh, is lil’ T You do the C walk homie, You better before I put one through your domie’ Throw up more signs than a politician, but the difference is we spray more munition Out in the streets, it’s attrition, you know what a traitor is? You’re the definition. Put you in a lyrical choke, I know you don’t want the smoke, You and manny, combined, it spells tranny, cuz that’s what you are, switching the side Back and fourth, like the flow of the tide. Back in 84’ when I took you for a ride You was fresh off the street, needed a guide. I was there for you, but now a son must challenge the master But you’ll be met with my blaster. You better run faster and faster, because there ain’t no forgiving, it’s bout to be a disaster You can’t match the greatest, bow down child, I swear my heat ain’t mild, I saw this bitch on the street, was a crip. Before we even meeting, he started reaching, so I left him sleeping with his temple leakin Right between the eyes, we equipped for war, not the streets, pillow over your head, blood in the sheets Spec ops type shit, I don like you one bit. Tie you up, make you sit. Break your knee, uh oh, now you can’t see, tear gas, burn the blue, USSR, crips don’t make it far, My rhymes are above par, you choke up before you spit a bar. Now if you trying to fight, I’d be like alright, but yous a pussy, you run at every chance, bloods run the crops, you won’t take a stance