beat up

you better pick ya feet up..cuz they kill m.fs around here..niggas dont get beat up..who next nigga we ⁸up..got the paper.. got the power..we take over... every corner by the hour..its sweet but it used to. be sour..like lemon heads..you reach you might end up wit flowers up in ya bed..news paper headlines ll get read..but you in blue..m.f lookin at you like nigga what u gone do...you need to clique up getca crew..an all hitters..put ya game in the streets for the taking..they all bidders..every nigga that i know..is willin to go...summer or in the snow..do you bareface wiit a chrome 44..dont fuck wit bearmace we aint robbin no store..we gone beat the case ..we beat the brakes off them fools once before ...put hollow points through they doors..pick all the shells up off the floor..dont leave em no room to score..this shit for shore.they git nathainal off the blik finger prints or no gun powder resedue type of shit...dont let em mesure you up for shit..we been through ruffer..problyy gone go through some tuffer shit..im a schedule the function..so the real niggas can meet..real gangstas...nuggas from the street...let me know whos the elite. let's do it for rhe ones who got beat...this how a young nigga gone eat..old niggas..dont have to compete..lay a gambling shack an sell heat ...sell crack... pimp bit hes really working the street..dead animals on they feet..fuzzy animals on they back.mustard an mayonnaise soak on they lac..this shit here got a fan base..call it a cold following..you look an find the biggest pill thats the one that you swallowing...nigga dont bother em..they sons to me ..i done fathered em..they run to me like iy u came home from doing five of them so whats the prob.o.lum..if i pull a gun youll be under the table or sumtun...get a job hook up cable or something..ocupy ya time.. cuz the streets aint for everybody..some niggas really end up in chalk..so i tell niggas too stay on the side walk..i know they dirty mac ..but look nigga thats side talk..an theyvhate what i be doing..so fuck em its my fault..im used to it..all that music from the sukas..make me get loose to it.. hats why im staying dummy duckin....suka dodging..cuz all the aolid niggas i found out was flaugin ..game is dirty ..need a box of tide in it..cuz u could be down in a basement tide in it..a second a hour..or maby in five minutes..its back an forth like we playing tennis..wit no love..pull a oj an knife the situation..wit no glove..im a push an shove to. get in the club..hand the bouncer a dub..double shot of yak bitches in the back..