[MS]
ok, i see what da streetz want. they want a king like me to rule them. i got dis

[MS]
a yo, playaz i'm da best to come through yo partz of town, i get money in circles like when go-kartz go round, but like i said before i'm blessed wit
skillz, if you can press yo luck then you can press to kill, i'm dressed to
fuck, but nah i ain't the rest for real, i'm different like if i was on the coner
still, holdin the steel, playa be real, i ain't the type to heal, i'm the type to drill,
and refill, cause if da glock don't do it then i'm the best to grill, but as if i was
a sharp shooter on the loose, watchj ya gurlz caboose, cause i might hit that
and be torn to the duce, but i'm fly you can't even think fly, don't look at my ice too long or you'll get pink eye, but the bread i take, make a playa think to brake, his own or take his own, and make it clone, so i can make a home,
and do what i do best, and that chill, write rhymes, and blow a hole in yo crew
chest, fuck you if you don't like me, you goin live on my block unlikely, unless
you blessed like Spike Lee, i wear white tees, wife B's, and i might be, wit yo gurl on my bike g, rollin through her tight jeans, by the light beams, caused
by the the diamonds on the swoosh on my nikes, but just don't peck mine, or i pull out da teck nine, and i bless rhyme, i'm the best round here so respect mine. bitch

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i got skillz, so hold you nine when i roll through, and watch out before they hold you, cause we ain't goin stop we told you, so *scratches* respect the skillz.

[MS]
yea dawg thats yourz truly, no body goin stop me. if ya do...i'm goin haunt you like a ghost. for real dawg just sit back. and chill. i'm out.