Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
Rap giant, get your little locality smashed
Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,
When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep
And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street
I just call it …remember all the dough
Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego
This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth
Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,
Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side
In the urban envrionemt of modern
But with these words, i'm as free as an intern
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,
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