im shootin shots in the hall hit one hit two hit i love to see em fall too bad i hit u i come equip with bars in the clip slugs in the metaphors make em flip like bricks oh shit who talkin to me thats not an optopn do it like my dad showed i get it poppin time goes by rap devoles into a mumble gorrilas in the mix we keep the secret in the jungle where everdays a struggle we kick rymes to past time while we choppin down dimes dreamin bout a life doing better out the grind is it all a dream seeing my picture in a maginze dodgin cameras gettin a limosiin taken pictures as we ball every saturday u know we shuttin down the mall scratch that.. i got bills to pay mixing soda with yay 36 hours in my day heyy im far from a supa star somebody lied i got chickens i. the car so if you want it come and get it ill be waiting