hip hop ain't dead

sucka nicca dont even knod at me...now get cha hands up face down bitch this a robbery done been through alot of trenches met alot of women seen alot of gangstas turn bitch and never left tha system.....fucc wit mine and ima run up in ya and you can bring ya hommie bacc wit cha and he wont leave till he remember i know sum niccas cold like December but but a heat cho ass up stuff ya body in tha fkn fender remove ya family so there's no tention. did i fail to mention niccas over here dont celabrate Christmas they hustle hard then they go harder i need food for my fkn. daughters and my sons need shos if need be ima fkn rob ya.. lesson learn so don't even bother and ima run this mtrfkr up so golden child don't have to charge ya...i keep it stashed all in tha visor..they say guns kill people try growing up without a father. ur honor excuse i beg ya pardon we didnt grow up wit money so we treat tha bricks like tha carter ....we needed dough so we got smarter...we needed soilders so we got larger...and trying to stop us gone be harder... boy u gone need ya whole staff lutenit and ya fkn sargent ...checc how the flowers grow in tha garden..thats from good soil fabricated by bodys thats still spoilen....u act like marvin when its crunch time so whats your excuse fa abusing ya ole lady for a punch line..this intervention here is so devine.and like my last name u gone need one of them when i knock ya down.