Thoro

Yea, niggaz actin' like the rap game is over

Like we in New York, it's East coast baby

I get doe, head, whole lot of hate to cop my LP

It's like them hoes can't wait

Stimulate the minds of them killers upstate

And these snakes among deceive I diss was dead weight

Use to hit niggaz with work and the crate

Guerrilla rap will still smack the smirk of your face

Was jail baited bounced from strip bitches got raped

Now the dick game is so insane I can't fake

The stakes when you fuckin' with chicks chasin' them brakes

So if they ain't holdin' bank then they can't get the H.N.I.C. and shit

A hustler's rap artist, pardon, AZ stats regardless

Heartless, haunt niggaz like the anti Christ

My advice 'fore you lose your life, is think twice

Before you creep on it, put beef on it, sleep on it

The weak get left in the streets with no garments

Ice grillin' niggaz, to me it's the most harmless

Don't embarrass yourself, you way out of foreign grounds

When niggaz bullshit with them pounds

I don't fuck around dunny, I lay it down, keep it thoro..

Yea, certified now, Quiet Money mafia

Brooklyn, Final Call, ya heard