Post by True Essence on Nov 28, 2006 23:02:16 GMT -5
When I stroll you see me with my gantasta lean//
Ice on wrist, on my neck, so smooth and so clean//
I hear you haters out there always talking that junk//
But when I step ya face, you back down like a punk//
B, if you ain't serious and you dont want beef, keep ya mouth close//
Or soon enough, we gonna be swangin dem bows//
So I advise that you think before you do something//
Or ya eyes gonna be colored black and blue or something//
I spit what I talk and I talk what I live//
Don't worry bout me homie, I write what I do and give///
Ice on wrist, on my neck, so smooth and so clean//
I hear you haters out there always talking that junk//
But when I step ya face, you back down like a punk//
B, if you ain't serious and you dont want beef, keep ya mouth close//
Or soon enough, we gonna be swangin dem bows//
So I advise that you think before you do something//
Or ya eyes gonna be colored black and blue or something//
I spit what I talk and I talk what I live//
Don't worry bout me homie, I write what I do and give///
