Ma Streets

I'll Spill a Brand New Chain Of Rhymes;

Dat'll drill, lyk a Bullet, down ya Brain, Any Tyme;

Cease to Live, Die;

Be Deceased N Quietly Lie;

Six Feet Down, Unda Da Ground;

Or Be Outta Mah Bounds, Coz I Run Dis Town;

Call Me KINGPIN, All Dese Streets Iz Myne;

Need No Gats, I can Kill u wit Mah Lynes;

.... So Dont Look Back, Just Run, Run.... Run, Run Biyachh.... Run, Run....