Originally Posted by karma123
yo whats good put a hole in yah hoody
all these hoes that i could see but i kno he was puddy
go to war with a bully like he done stole some shit from me
from sellin dope to the dummies man my whole wardrobe is bummy
dont give karma no money they say that iam so shifty
ramshack your closet and take your gear if your clothes fit me
runnin this whole city dont even bullshit me
it used to be fullbut now they reloacated the four fifty
iam bout to fry this top cuz everything that i write is hott
even the days that iam erritated from writers block
we let them 9's pop take off that fine watch
all yah braclets and even that anklet that yah baby moms got
iam cashin all your donations up at the pawn shop
i stay away from them pussys that let them dimes drop
i dont associate wit them alot of thugs squeelin
i keep my distance from them when i be drug dealin
i got a gut feelin iam soon to be stuck wit em
man fuck all that tough drillin ima let a slug peel em
alotta rappers dissin iam not a math musician
karma got a masters degree in ass kickin
i gotta watch from them thugs crossin my path trippin
they thinkin my ass slipin bitch this will be your last mission
you kno my custom motto "u aint so tough without em"
as soon as i step aside ima beat the fuck up out em
pussy so whats the problem them bullets done struck and shot em
and after the funeral who u kno that gave a fuck about em
he couldnt make a move run shake back and loose
he was a bitch grindin for some jamacian dude
all these hoes that i could see but i kno he was puddy
go to war with a bully like he done stole some shit from me
from sellin dope to the dummies man my whole wardrobe is bummy
dont give karma no money they say that iam so shifty
ramshack your closet and take your gear if your clothes fit me
runnin this whole city dont even bullshit me
it used to be fullbut now they reloacated the four fifty
iam bout to fry this top cuz everything that i write is hott
even the days that iam erritated from writers block
we let them 9's pop take off that fine watch
all yah braclets and even that anklet that yah baby moms got
iam cashin all your donations up at the pawn shop
i stay away from them pussys that let them dimes drop
i dont associate wit them alot of thugs squeelin
i keep my distance from them when i be drug dealin
i got a gut feelin iam soon to be stuck wit em
man fuck all that tough drillin ima let a slug peel em
alotta rappers dissin iam not a math musician
karma got a masters degree in ass kickin
i gotta watch from them thugs crossin my path trippin
they thinkin my ass slipin bitch this will be your last mission
you kno my custom motto "u aint so tough without em"
as soon as i step aside ima beat the fuck up out em
pussy so whats the problem them bullets done struck and shot em
and after the funeral who u kno that gave a fuck about em
he couldnt make a move run shake back and loose
he was a bitch grindin for some jamacian dude