Originally Posted by
J.T.S.
In all directions wrecking contestants with weapons
a part-time gambler, ceelow champ with imperfections
Sweating while flexing flows, flawless perfection
Profession iron pressing punks in sections
Stab mid-sections in seconds, unless they make confessions
About their connections, we rob with smif n wessuns
Partners n' crime checking labs, freeing adolescents
As well as ladies, and babies, play me here's the three eighty
Paid in full like White America, from investments in Haiti
I'm more shady than Marshall, knocking mc's off ladders
Get battered while you chit-chatter, so just scatter
Scatter brain, a crying shame, ya blood i just stained
Doing autopsy's on trains, your body fluids get drained
My souls for real, tired of the candy rap reign
Battle to the death, before i dishonor the rap game
Gambits throwing dirt on my name get slain
snatch chains, and leave em chained to electrical fences
Bench pressing defenses, drop em senseless
On some tense shit, spits radiate, since 1988
When crack hit the hoods, i was robbing hoods
Infamous like Suge, not blair but i put many Underwood
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