Originally posted 12/10/02

Yo, yo, yo

I don't know where people come off sayin' that I'm hatin, Can't yall see that all I'm doin' is relatin', can't yall just see that yall just be wastin', ya time and mine, so why don't yall go out and try n find, more bullshit that yall can bind, to that whack personality, cuz honestly, that shit be weaker then what yo mama be, check it, I'm just spittin fluid, just right through it, and I do this shit everyday, from monday to sunday, back again, all day everyday, You know I be talkin' when, heaven listens, me spittin bout shit when, people be doin' me wrong, or could they be smokin' da bong, I don't know, I just think that some of yall just a joke, Like as if some of you be snortin' coke, but nah, you don't see me doin' that shit, Cuz it's the cars and my girl is it, the high, yall feel it, but hold off, cuz girl I'm gonna come to break you off, baby you so fine that you go straight to the top, feelin' you so wet n warm, how could I not release my swarm, shit, girl you know I'm feelin', All this love n all my trust, makin' this love feel so real, but I don't get how other people feel, just a hit n run, just like slappin' da bun, and not even sayin' I love you hun, But yo, I'm just sayin' it true, and makin' it stick like glue, and makin' all these theories n ideologies, tryin' to make what I say realities, Hey, it's hard life when you're doin' what you love, But all I gots it that tuning bug, Hondas, Acuras, Nissans, Toyotas, consistantly talkin' about compression ratios, hoping that this engine I just built won't blow, crank up the boost, feel the need, Speed is like a rush to me, And I feel it when I sweat and bleed, so don't tell me to slow it down please, but back to the story at hand, some of you folks defenetly should be banned, ever hear of me sayin' shit about you before me, nah, retaliation is always easier, jeez, always justafiable, self defence

Ok, I'm loosin' the flow, just ta let yall know, but my shit's commin' out slow, don't ya know, that I'm startin' ta blow, through ya nose, and tear a rip in ya pantiehose, cuz I know that you know that you'z a ho. Aight. Lates