Bring it on

get to slapping on that stick i tell em bring it on it aint no such thang as a fair fight if they want it them hoez know where we from. the feelings mutual we aint here for fun..yo baby momma and yo sister done told me all tha shit you done. and i ain't worried bout another nicca. sticc to myself i stay alone but if need be I will go and get em dont get it twisted i aint shit like mr....now dayz ya beat up on a bitch and by law she got tha right to kill ya...most of you niccas love to fantasize get a bitch wit a lil ass and sum titties division homicide.save tha talking i aint trying to hear it thank u gone puppetier me lil nicca by rights i should kill ya. make a dollar spend a dollar yall know how it go.ive been a fkn grown man since i stepped off tha porch. alot of people came and left we all play our roll no matter what path we choose fk up he take yo soul. my brother told me never let a nicca see ya cry don't know my storyso reality is truth they rather see me die.sometimes i sit and ask my maker whydont have no friends cut off all ends and say fk em they all just tell me lies....ball up my pain and kept it all inside ....its just sum dhit we just dont speak on as a child someone could loose they life bye bye to love it aint no family times...cross a nicca in tha streets theyll kill so much for family pride. wtf is love with no one by your side