Ey yo its inf ike, homie im back on the scene/
acting tough will be the reason you'll get clapped in the spleen/
i don't roll wit the average team/
and i can't cop a tool without it having a beam/
motherfu**er, im too nice call me old spice in the making/
when i rob niggas its they life that im taking/
faking, thats not in my blood/
on the web im just another kid spitting, on the block im a thug/
slash don, slash beast, slash boss of the city/
Baltimore slaughter whores, then we tossing them quickly/
over the bridge, launch one in they shoulder and ribs/
have ya block like, "look at what his soldiers done did"/
homeboy, chrone toy stay on my waist/
like a baby, i'll raise it till it reach 1-8/
thats 8 in the clip, you can catch half of that/
its time for me to show these niggas how this bastard rap/
you faggots lack

wassup niggas da prince on the block wit that glock

look look its ike hes up spitin not boy rocn mo colors than mik n ike i read yo shit u could be nice i put something on ya girl face the same color as rice nigga flow so hot i gotta say it twice flow so hot aint to many nigga wanna go right shit boys in here the top is wack the other half i nice haha look ike u dont want battle ask these niggas matter of fact ask the ppl nigga bout 350degrees nigga flow aint even illegal dont get shot by the dessert eagle shit i mean that i send those hollow in ya back when u get up here u betta learn how to act hahah get back fo u get slap let it tip top have u heard i own the block i got a white tee n blue jeans wit thos boston red socks a couple of hammas shit i rep the manor let me see that u sound bama hhaha the boy is blazin my flow stay on for a while like whats happenin shit dem boys bum/TALKIN:IKE U SPIT NOW OK

This little nigga on the board writing didily squat/
he wrote his rhymes on the heater, so he figure he hot/
the prince on the block, this pussy never emptied a glock/
im from where the thugs get love, and the wimpy get shot/
it don't take a rocket sciemtist to be understood/
the closest you came to street is when you throw on ya hood/
im up to no good, which means ima go down bad/
this nigga get some bread and turn to a Mo-Town fag/
i keep it real sick, im the one the bit**es can't deal wit/
i put the clip to snitches if they ever un-seal lips/
homie its a war, and im far from a whore/
how u gonna get ya foot in when u far from the door/
and i ball all the more, baltimore is my home/
keep the 4 for the chrone, and ya whore for some dome/
im too slick, got the hood like "how did he do-it/
first u gotta understand this Major Move-ment/
you are a true prick, u flows are just stu-pid/
and u broke, all u ever flossed was toothpick/
me, i keep about a G in the stash/
Like David Spade, you go by not even seeing rhe cash/
believe ima smash the whole game, then plan ya funeral/
dress suitable, i demand to have the usual/
chardonnay on the rocks,
got a nigga sounding like Marvin Gaye on the block
Jhhooooo
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lets keep it moving