staching paper,

they say that I'm the hardest working man out on the street, trying to get up on my paper chase,before I run into a rainy day,and see nothing in my for cast but dark clouds, down pours, so I stepup on my game,and started hustling and grinding, too stachup on my Easter eggs, call me mr,Easter bunny, cause I'm steady hopping around ghetto streets and neighborhoods,steady making wave,with rhymes and lyrics, that got all you bitches and hood-niggas,hood- niggas,jumping,steady jumping, too a beat,that got your eardrums popping, steady popping, causing a heat waves, everytime that I come around, grab a microphone and begin to shut it down,I shutdown, just a riot about too go down,Chicago's six,in the house, "man"boy it's about to go down,everytime,he comes to rock the mic,it's about a complete shut down,straight locking up you sucker's eardrums, with the microphone, just like a loaded shutgun,you niggas and haters dont want none,everytime that we touch down, every time that we touch down, it going down,up inside the clubhouse, popping up at your local clubs, checking out all the bitches and ho's, getting down freaky up on the dancefloor, dancing, and dancing, too the dope-ass sounds,