Two years ago, a friend of mine
told me to write me a tight $$# rhyme
and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say

the rhyme is tight and it went this way
And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed
shystie ^!$$%s keep staring at me

I had my 45 and my 44
i put one on my briefcase so them ^!$$%s'll know
lives get took

that's it just like a book
do you want a meathook
smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took

fo yo skrill
hundred dolla bill
take yo pill mutha$#&@a

while you bull%#@!in dis %#@! is real
i ain't no twelve inch
can't mix me up in this %#@!

i got full clips
and alone i do my %#@!
so trust me you information faulty

and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty
i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than $#&@ wit you
cause you the type of ^!$$% that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my

big bad forty auto mag
twenty sac ^!$$% get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack
motivated, totally undominated

i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it
easy fo me i didn't have to work
fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk


now just the other day a friend of mine
told me to write me a tight $$# rhyme

and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say
the rhyme is tight and it went this way
i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you

without a tight rhyme to step to
think of all them weak $$# albums you slept through
well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you

went to my brother's house, without a doubt
twisted one up with the ^!$$%, smoked'em out
got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script

high enough to write a whole career full of %#@!
i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to $#&@, throw up
man i got my cheddah cheese $$# ^!$$% know what

i don't hold no grudges i just ain't $#&@in wit you no mo, mission stay
sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade
barracade barracade barracade, barracade