Kitch scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, kids scattered
Like she got no legs though, she can't kick it
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Grams cut, shave 'em, Cam hair cut, shave it
Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted
Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wires
Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted
Crib, tried to raid the shit, agents on some hater shit
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket
Yo, I can promise this, you dealing with a Communist
My accomplices, they remain anonymous
I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right?
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan honor it
His eyes was bugged, watch the don poke you
'Cause she joined a fraternity, the bitch "Kappa"
But bust on her hushes, like a lush Wes Craven
Lay you in dog shit, look over you, hork spit
Degrade 'em? talk slick, fuck it your all sick
And they gon stay there, I swear, I'm what honest is
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after
Cops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick
They'll disguise the slugs
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?
Y'all imposters, imposing my posture, I gotcha
That'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Get dada, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped her
Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk
"Fourth of July", M80's, cherry bombs
We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
That's the hustle, I'm old school, you must page 'em
He ain't like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker
Homey we make bodies drop, then skate like Tony Hawk
That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricks
I don't know
Whatever love hate 'em, won't do, touch, play 'em
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado"
Now, Rich not, she could of met a rich cracker
They'll train the fighters, Titus gained arthritis
Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster and pasta
Honestly you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich
She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her
Over short paper, play a O for very long
Chicks duct tape 'em, turn 'em over butt rape 'em
He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
Watch "Menace II Society", think about Chauncey
