m not a bad boy I?m a fat boy, bitch boy My whole team spits raps While your team is unemployed Riding a pie I?m a give them a piece of my mind You
puttin swag in my style (in my style) It's a emphasis on the simplest sentences Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile) If you
From the H town to the A town and world wide So get your lighters, get your drank And I tell you what I'm so fucked up, and screwed up If anybody try
I don't bust guns, I bust rhymes to see funds Four-four caliber tongue, you want some? Let me know, K.O. flows, ya gots none Let me know, that you don
niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a,
up in the fucking spot We keepin' hot for my niggas fresh up off the block Now all my people bust a shot blow, blow, blow Bus a bus is back all in your
the mic device Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, mergin' with my A
up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell give a piss give a dick give a lick [
crabs who can't kick it All addicted to rhyming, I'ma stick them in rehab Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're all bark and no bite
, I'm young gottstra Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga Like a bitch or a busta, bust a, four
plans on conquerin' this, you need to switch up Get up, nigga you should of got up Obey my orders, 'cuz shit like that'll leave you shot up For real, it's a
shit for outside or take all that noise up the block dunn aiight un staying at the times you got to drug a man but godamn, you fucking up my pussy plan
recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Green But hold up, Moet be tastin' like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up Ya never
land, jump the gun out the fryin' pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack An' 'A Streetcar Named Desire', who got my back? In the line of fire
on up So if you want to Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up I'll bust you down, you right on up We came to fuck you right on
BK niggaz know In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video On the block for a couple of years I done smoked a lot of blunts, drunk a couple of beers
the crate shit Light it, light it, please don't fight it You're all invited, when we kick off the next riot Bust it, bust it, get your crops dusted Everybody
's mean Kickin' you for real in the guillotine Fourteen shots to your dome kid I'm doin' time in the game like a bid Movin' rhymes like a package So stigetty step up