you I ain't too good with writin letters and all Shit I don't even write rhymes But what I will do I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves
I'm right here ain't no backin me down hands on the hot hood Compton sheriffs pack me down they wanna know about the tattoo tears If I know 50 and why
block HDM lock, and I wish you would stop All that baulin'!, cryin'! .....lyin'! Cause this black Queen is shinin', you didn't know I was Lieutenant Bitch, well that's primary You
down, who shot the sniper? Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed, I know you heard of me (Stop frontin) The show is hot, I get props from the security
your whole squad of ninjas I sold you suckers to rapping god and I'm not religious Select the poem, just wanna be left alone Set the tone, stepping stone
I'm off in the '79 Seville or the Bonneville Niggas wanna hurt me, absurd g I know it, betta believe I tote something for it But I gotta be smoking?????????????? know
So why you wanna mess with this So why you wanna take off this piece Fool i'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality You'll be fled I'll be
you will know who i am once i come up from the back Kickin do's makin ho's lay it down cuz i gotta keep my muthafuckin prophet black Lord infamous: I
) You Fucking Crazy, You Fucking Crazy (I heard that) You Fucking Crazy, You Fucking Crazy (I heard that) You Fucking Crazy [Verse 2: XV] You know I'
, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
why you wanna mess with this So why you wanna take off this piece Fool i'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality You'll be fled I'll be glad