it is what it is byDa Bossup Guerrilla

I move in silence when its beef with no sleep in the ocean of violence being in to deep on fleet military minded in all black strapped with heat full of surprises that a sweep you off ya feet turn you to a ghost from violating me taking me for a joke side haten on G Friend or foe anyone of you bustss can get it Because every day gun violence be the sickest DA Bossup Guerrilla talking about them automatic switches da young and dangerous dumping bodies in ditches floating up the river swimming quietly with the fishes It is what it is ain't no picks when you violate a G I ain't no killer just try me and see I will you turn you to a ghost and become state property because I had to ride on you and do a mop up sweep