INNER CITY STRUGGLE

some of yall are lame and there is no excuse i strike like a spider u can call me brown recluse full throttle with the juice and the shit starts drippin pop the clutch quick know the gears aint slippin strippin silly suckas who aint got the heart to have it from a pawn to a pimp silly trix is 4 rabbits all across the planet speakin spanish for a livin Easter almost over make way for cranksgivin i dont even trip off these garbage mcs i shake em off my dick like a dog does fleas got my eyes on the prize as i rise to the top no ceilings in the whip cuz i copped me a drop