Look competition get lost like some kids ina zoo/ I fucked your mom and came up wit you/you need to be carefull bout who stepping to/whatever you worth I'm worth times 2/this aint halloween but motherfucker trick or treat/my lyrics hard enough to make your heart skip a beat/ic ame from the backstreets I lived thruogh the hardnocks/if you gone get it you gone get rather raw or not/I give a fuck if you dont like me cuz you aint worthy/most precisely I'll leave you bleeding out your plade jersy/theres no where to hide where ever you at I see you/tha shot gun shells leave holes that you can see through,so next time I see u I wont shoot the pistol at ya/I'll give you 50 feet and lauch my fucking missle at ya/you bitch nigga


LIL.TRICK

fuck that back up. you claim to kill well bitch strap up. words are words no difference at that. with this ink pistol ill shoot down yo TX hat. and you aint even from tx. face me then praise me. i thank god cause he graced me. blessed me. thats why i do so good. i rhome the south every hood. no matter what or where. name the site dawg ill be there......skeem

nigga, you betta be careful to who you step cuz we dont play in the ville
one foul word ima shoot the steel wit tips that hollow, hollow like the bottle of goose i guzzled, keep talkin that shit then ya mouth get muzzled
the only thing u ever shot is your fuckin self in the foot 6 feet under is where yo ass gon' get put when i hitcha wit my firebreathin dragon leave ya noodle wet and ya jaw straight saggin like compton ass terry's jeans
then hop in in my '03 caddy squattin on 20" spre's light a blunt n leave the scene so pussy nigga getcha boys n step to me