#bmbest #bmheat #hiphop #SouthCityKillaz #bmrealest #FreddyDrossef one point twenty one jigga watts/ya my spit is hot/and my flux capacitor, got me splitting twats\back to the future, im still flippin rocks/lightnin strike the clocktower, counting down the tic'toks/in a fit bitches thoughts/thottie thinkin that i rock/ but im whippin in the doc brown delorian, on my opps block/ watch rhe cops watxh, knowin that we wont stop/cant stop/damp panties on a skanks box/shabba ranks talk/tom hanks long shanks chop\spit so sick, raps cant flop/ this is real hip hop\ chicken pox/ yoir writtens soundin like some k-pop/ sell yay, how we make gwap/freddy sheen hot shots/plenty fiends got lost/bustin heat at you, lemme see if you can pop lock/never talkin to the cops/tjays a no no/the fact is you homos/get mirked off from my promo\i get cash fast/ your money stack in slow mo/freddy dro the sensei, dare you to step into my dojo/on the downlow/ freddy on the high side/slidin in a dimes mind/one look and skettys eyes wide/time flies/whenever im fried/taught a couple youngins, how to ride bikes for drive bys/im with my grimey slimey crimeys/on the strip you find me/firsk kid to ever give another kid a fucking smiley/my coyotes acting wiley/so come and try me/my whole team stay red eyed, dobt fuck with visine/ride or die , just for my team/freddy Kruger zny loser, and your night mares are my nice dreamz\freddy all up in your wifes spleen/need a caramel sundae or a french vanilla ice cream/on the wide screen, make a dyke scream/always been a winner, on the right team\all good in the hood how my life seems\