D. Limit
This niggas mouth is movin yet he aint movin his feet//
If I went to his hood and he saw me then hed cross the ******** street//
Come on ***** I bet u havnt seen real s**t//
a dead bird in ya yard dosn't make u gangsta one bit//
U say uve popped niggas wit 45s as ya story seems//
Ive seen s**t uve seen in ya nightmares, while ur a gangsta in ya dreams//
stop playin round ***** and speak s**t up for real//
Ur prolly a B.G whos tryna fit in wit his bapes n his wheels//
You speakin on ma girl wow ur one son of a b***h//
She can handle u herself and she will leave ya brains 4 ya kids//
WOW, people want ma family dead, now its bountys they demandin//
they got ma mom, ma dad, yet look its me whos ******** standin//
Niggas put bets to see whos next to walk the chalk line//
If you was in this bet Id bet all ma cash cuz ud be first to die//
***** you may be from that state called ATL//
You do got shells, costin 1.99 from Taco Bell//
You got bloodz and ckripz while we also got the mafia//
M-16s and many more from Scar-town to Missisauga// ((dey r small boroughs))
JnF, Jane n Finch, ***** thats a real block//
We got poverty while u got fakes who dont walk the walk//lol...
aight
when i hit, not even Spalding could bounce back. u bout tht?//
we can take this shyt out back. murder u where u stand and burry u in tha outback//
u laughin, but i doubt tht in the end of it all u gon think its as funni//
when the shots pop til tha point u need mo "Docs" than Bugs Bunny//
as for tha money: ******** tht. i aint always out there hustlin//
i'll wait til they git a lick, run up on em wit tha heater, and rustle ******** tha tustlin. i'll shoot at u actors witout tha budget//
git at me *****, pull tha trigga and i'll be trippen wit out tha lugage//
like im under distress. i'll wave my watch behind u and u would think u was under arrest//
until i pull out tha tek and make u inhale wit yo last breath like a breathalizer test//
am i fire? yes. flow stick and kill em quick like its the west nile//
this is west style the way i 187 and leave them niggas runnin like the red nile//
u talk shyt? u finna git yo toilets plunged wit two pairs of//
rugers tht'll do ya. my *****, i'll shootcha right in yo New Era//(fitted hat)
so, unless u prepared ta purchase a bullet-proof dorag, keep yo thoughts to yoself//
cause tha gat tote is like second hand smoke, *****, its bad for yo health//
and im bout my wealth, i been puttin work in like i got a promotion//
u mafioso niggas git ducktaped, hog tied, and dumped in the ocean//
u bustin like trojans? i got tha pack in tha back//
who stay wit mo heat like DeWane and Shaq in tha back//
we wolf packin infact, i'll shoot the dude off tha horse of yo polo//
and leave u M.I.A wit tha heat like tha rim off they logo//
im done.