K I'mma try somethin different on this one... A-hem... Chillin' on the streets, tryin' not ta catcha felony, I'd rather catch a beat But everywhere I go seems trouble follows me But if you feel like I feel lil homie follow me But this bish wants battle so blood it gotta be Sorry homeboy but that's how it gotta be Yeah, that's how it gotta be... Look I kill MCs before I even hear the beat drop I smoke MCs like kush in the sweet spot You been cold homie, me - me I'm still hot Whether I'm travelin the world or posted in this same spot You been got, you have not, I'm dro though, you just pot I'm Patron right, you barely even Cuervo I can get you mugged, just gotta give the say so Your girl keep callin even though I said no ho Say she want a real man, but I ain't really feelin in Still chillin' on this beat, ina minute I be killin it First I letcha build heat, then I be spillin it: Guts, brains, lives, dames I live for the glory, you died for the fame I burn you in flames, my flow go insane, from membrane to end game, your flow way too tame Please step off my level, you can't catch my game I make bishes tremble, you make 'em complain I never stopped ballin', like LeBron James Like Jordan Micheal, it's the kill rapper cycle I kill rappers wash rappers rinse and recycle Bangin' on your head like I'm bangin on the beat, like I'm slangin' on the street So your ish you can keep, cuz your goin' is weak Ha That'sa sweep!!