my crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this
used to watch my uncle sip it Goin through itz that in my grand-mother's kitchen Head in his lap, Grand-mom bitchin Pocket full of scrap, plus scratchin
we gotta save the children But first, we gotta save our spoons I was taught not to waste my food Even if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got
while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up Tell my young black
You are appreciated When I was a youngin' and ma mama had me Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I
Nah, I ain't a rapper, motherfuck rap They snitched on Kim, how lame is that This game ain't shit but snakes and rats Fightin' each other for loose change and scraps
Verse: (ODB) Toe to toe, I scrap with the best If I spit 10 rhymes, nigga 9 gonna connect If you ain't from the 102, I respect Cause I probably just
gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me? I'm only 18 so I'm a young buck It's a ride if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a
topic, so stop and gimme my props, kid I'm livin' large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to Bogart for the fagots This young black kid,
, let it go Befo' you be a motherfuckin' vegetable You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles Let this beef go around like the twenty six's It's young
shop Sell weed and lay some rocks They got these old cops Working they're spots And young niggas on the roof with red dots When me and my clique scrap
ruin niggaz You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich or Osama bombin' shit We slay niggaz wit K's, we the drama men Get it right young scrap
like all silence Fuckin with a vet be, all problems I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise Before "The Truth", position in the booth As a young scrap
niggas You couldn't break up the towers with Tom Donivich Or Osama bombin' shit We slay niggas with 'K's, we the drama men Get it right young scrap,
Damn how am I gonna say this shit, hey Hey Dad, yeah it's your boy Remember me, I wanna talk to you scrap I remember being kicked out the house, 'cause
in a suit and tie, So don't feed the animals, or act a fool, Your just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves, So while you're fighting over scraps
2: Mister cee cuts and scratches "scrap lover, my other." Verse 3 (scrap lover): You get jacked if you ever try to nap Ona a rap from scrap
ova black stoves Cook it till it bubble double even when it trap slow Rizzle got a couple what the fuck I wanna rap fo What you think I'm strapped fo what I gotta scrap