Run at em face to face but Can’tHearWhatHeSayinYet.So I SQUEEZE a Magazine Into his FACE plus the BAYONET. toss his body in the air, my bruh’s catch em with a SAFETY NET blade faced cushions pierce the spine until he MAKING SENSE. Pain is of tounges. Speak it from the lungs, cuz I can’t understand you with a MouthFulla SLUGS.
k.Sam

Make 1 false move around me, I say, Fuck It, I’m RIDING. And ain’t no sense of tryna duck me, mothafucka I’ll FIND THEM.
Fif.

I know through my papi and my papi’s papi…that my instincts derrive from KILLERS. I pray you never meet that side of me. I’ll find ANY of my enemies and hang em by his parent’s and siblings MANGLED AND TANGLED intestines. AT. ALL. COSTS. Axe merk thrasher to the cold core. Luckily God knows this, and surrounds me with blood and loved ones. I also keep people laughing at their struggle. To not take it so seriously, to the point of self inflicted consequences. Just don’t laugh at anyone elses. Cuz you’ll find yourself hangin upside fuckin down by another real killer out here in this jungle. I give everyone and anyone Respect before a post massacre burial. Don’t get it taken away. Please.
a very self controlling, warm hearted young man. 

Its funny how niggaz never hear you, til you RUN DOWN ON EM. GUN DOWN ON YOU.
50

I’m FUCKED UP. It really doesn’t matter though, Hundred-9milimeter shells in the Calico.WAIT. Niggaz drop like Dominos.Run For Ya Life PUTA, Si, VAMANOS.
Ferrari

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50 never fuckin left.

and of course, the cat commandin us rapcats, Nicky + Queezy. bow down, n get out.

and if you a claim to be lyrical, my nigga QUIPTO bboyin on yall lyrically. 

Rick Lee goin dumb on this one. ayyyyy yall ain’t keepin shit lit. i can’t squab to lil kiddies lookin like the next nigga, not carryin no heaters, talkin loud, dressed alike, sayin irrelevence. its the mob bitch…

carry ya soul away when you cross the Jack, its ya soul ya had to pay. I control the K, you wanna control the bay but we ain’t listenin, we can’t hear ya when ya whisperin, speak louder you’s a coward you ain’t out here nigga, we been here since winter, we’ll be here when it returns. in the hood, all the time, thats a place ya not concerned, push coke, shot a nigga, thats the first lesson I learned sucka….

K.I.L.L.E.R. Doin the laws, wait for em with this A.R., Young murders they don’t know who we are, K.I.L.L.E.R. Warrior to Gloria, shit you never saw before, I ain’t hearda you before, I’m just here to take ya life. and disappear in the night, outta mind, outta sight, the rules to our life.

you could tell that boy Hus freestylin…CLAP CLAP leave ya face FLAT. Rock the cocaine got money on the spotttttttttt

I was on like shit my nigga, any PUNK want that FUNK that PUMP I give’em.

I take emmmm to ya hood and ROB SHIT. YOUNG NIGGA MIND SATURATED WITH MOB SHIT. 

You got the Glock sideways, but that don’t amaze me. Smokin purp, not haze, the God’s must be crazyyy 

PUNKS can’t FUCK with the M.O.B. We slide up, SPRAY UP YA BLOCK to make ya know me.

Praise n props to Hus n Jack

this ain’t your typical boy meets girl, this the KING of the world meets QUEEN of the world.

They ain’t fit to fuck with the mob…this my young hus and the jack lil tribute, cuz they stay hyphy thru the bullshit.

Got my faith in ALLAH. STAYIN SOLID. These white folks ain’t right cousin, they tryna say I sold coke outta state for a high price cousin, I’m still hype cousin, I steal like its nothin, still smilin, on the inside i’m cryin tryna make my way…

i’ve been, shootin baby-shootin baby. i’m goin downnn, cuz nigga i’m feelin crazy. i’m movin out, gotta get paper baby, i’m goin downn cuz lately i been feelin crazyyy.

Yea the crook up man, and my plan is to hook up fam, but it ain’t that many daps as shook up hands, JUST SHOOK UP FAGS walkin around plottin on the cook up man; Me.