rapping for my last breath rapping for my death im the best on the mic give the clock a tick and a tock i dont smoke rock i put my money in my sock never stop ryming for the show you know how i go bumping my head jummping on steag full of reag smoke a kush blunt blow it in your face im in the frist place im not racing on the mic i do my shit and its tigh riding tell i die fly to ctown knock that froun up side down walking down the block might see pac tell then ill bee riden like A low rida rapping on the mic like a killa bee bumping my flow jummping cuz i got to go ryming with the show stacking stackson the racks looking at the better days think how to change my way now im siting here smoking a kush blunt blow it in your face trun up the bass i got good tasst wereing jordan on my feet jaming to the beats Runing down the street in fort mac toking and
smoking drinking gray goose siping on OE if you
know what i mean try to be like me im a cree step
to me jaming to the beats dumping and jumping
drinking rum hiting the native drum if i diss you i
might call you dumb or some thing like what your ryms are
wack you might get jacked you wont wonna come back to
fort mac jaming to my beats runing around the
block ill go see pac when i die butt when my crew are fly by
so dont lie or we will make you cry it you in your eye so it will
dry im geting high i was just thinking why is my life like this i
wish and wish butt then all i will do is diss give your moma your
last kiss when im done ill go see my sis smoke a blunt or 3 cuz im
like a killa bee im team lyrsistz im serious with this d-town native bitch
smoking kush ryming to just comes to my head i think its time to go to bed
take a other hit of the kush i will go to my head if i hated you ill want you dead
im rolling to C-town with the funky beats that i be spiting and siping on a 40 of OE
come over becausewe are all cree










