im bout 2 do a remix wit my bro Real Deal, his sister Red, and my nigga Throttle(blood OG 10 years and runnin) i wanna know if my verse is hard enough please help ya boi out



eastside representer all about these fukin rhymes
fuk wit us erase ya mind straight up wit tha fukin 9
i'll tell u 1 time lil nigga dont fuk wit mine
or my guns will peek at chu and shock u like pokemon
i put the barrel 2 ya head blood i call it poke a 9
and please excuse my bullets as they pass by and poke ya spine
my burner drain ya brain thru ya mouf
that'll take a nigga out
call it straight flush like a fukin poker sign
DAMN now thats a 187
that leave niggas wit 1 choice either hell or heaven
put the gloch away nigga grab the AK-47
garunteed 2 killa nigga i nicknamed it 9/11
cuz it'll crash ya twin towers no doubt so dont hide
niggas like us set the block on fire and u fried
u was set up by ya mans damn that nigga tried
2 have u killed that's why i trust gwap nigga it never lied

i still have a few bars 2 go but i wanna kno wat yall think about this so far

I have a rhyme plan like a blind man can’t see straight
Or be great got my knee scraped crawling through much hate
I dig Cox’s cable got a big box on my table and it’s a digital
Receiver grab programs and load em on a modem it critical
To be online with a strong mind at the bank need a tall account
Pockets being shaved so I’m seeing grave bankruptcy want small amout
Of cash to survive my check book is wrecked and shook by
Credit cards life is pathetic and hard for a job I look and try
Do better

It sound good to me!