Your boy a bad man, and i am invadin the streets
Make unclever rappers scurred,i be droppin the heat
Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone
I flip YALL like they clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod your head to me
F### all yall fake raps , i be takin it back
Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
This the masterplan, we got BLACK AND RENCE on hold
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker
Everything that I be spittin is strong
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song
We the team who gonna ruin yo plan

try to beet

I AM READY

come back strong

we bac

i got rence you got all street

hell yea

how pmp and bowizzle claim 2 be grimey and still be this handsome/
Rence and black kill mics and take tha beat for ransom/
but since there's no music, i'll just settle for tha thread/
if u gotta vest on ur chest, imma settle for ya head/
this aint san andreas, tha crime rate been this high/
and you in LA wit xzibit tryinta pimp ur ride?/
well i hope an ambulance truck's on your checklist/
cuz this pump'll have your head spinnin like tha end of young buck's necklace/
i eat beef for breakfast, if you approachin me start mellow/
cuz i move through them lucky charms and eat all tha marshmellows/
soft niggaz wonder y they gurls act like they single/
i got her in bed speakin spanish, tha b*tch aint even bilingual/
grown b*tches f*ck better, i dont even call teens/
im from tha block man i seen more drug deals than Walgreens/

yall gotta come back stronger than that by the sound of yall lines it look like yall new 2 this/ Man ima vet i been doing this sh*t since i was in the uterus

ya turn black

ive been doin this fo years

We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
We spittin heat on your block
We new to the game, but runnin the spot
Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break
This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
Open your mind without makin ya meditate
We real champs; y'all just featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down
Stompin b*tch rappers like I'm straight outta MD
Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet
We into big things, bank account's overgrown
All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone
Guaranteed to burn SO HARD MAKE YALL LOOK LIKE RETARDS
my freestyle hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels and yea my b*cth ant bilingual

i may be new to you but i am not!!!!!!!

havnt headr from him

ain't no beef dawg we all cool here another 1 for ya mans

O bowizzle wanna pop thang’s off Ill blow his brain off
rooster heat den watch slug’s melt his chain off
In streets till the last feens cop cane off
obscene the way his face lean for it came off
my team wanna chase green u kno bang hoars
and my team do brace spleens when we bang 4’s
yall nigguhs b!tch tell me wut u slang for
dere aint a reason ya team in da game for
im only here tryna grind for digits
wont stop till my dough same size as midgets
it’s only a crime if nigguhs die to get it
treat streets like pussy all it takes till u slide up in it
red dots den headshots alongside ya fitted
u hate my 745 wit 45’s up in it
Glock at da stomach of ya wife while ya childs up n it
u wanna baby dead before dey had life and lived it
nigguhs tryna leave me on corners like I’s evicted
but nah b my squad keep it realer
shots leave he wit d’s pointing me through a mirror
no eyes closed cuz both make it clearer
if im starin through a scope im aimin ta kill ya
if he don’t die den hell become a squealer
jail or lawyer fee’s takin income and scrilla
my trigger’s hate a half tank Im aimin fill ya

aight i am gonna DO one fo wallstreet typin...........

THIS WON FO YOU WALLSTREET

It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof
I'm God, as if you needed some proof
You ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}
f**k a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you
Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you
We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth
And branded by low
You cold f**k like eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the last to think
My hands seen more f**kin dirt than bathroom sinks TAKE A MINITE AND THINK 

I AM READY

yall niggas better chill out fo shyt get crusial cuz my guns like my dick bigger than usual

thats all i got to say

YALL PICK WHOO YALL THINK WON YALL BETTER COME WITH YALL BEST STUFF CAUSE I AM READY!!!!!!!!!!!!

We devils - rockin ambient levels
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
And cats got one-liners, I drop several
And I think it's funny yall choose, losin progress
or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle
I rip rappers and take responsibility
for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date
and ride beats, creep through side streets
Looseleaf notepads that's where my freestyle  leak
Punchlines - man, don't even beg
I got knee-slappin freestyles, y'all brusin your leg
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke
You ain't both of yall anyt worthy of bein my oponite man that's a quote
I flood tracks like cracks in boats
And p*ssy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat so yall if yall wanna batlle me yall beter so up or i am gonna give yall a freestyle that will make yall blow up

IT OVER!

BLACKWALLSTREEET RENCE YALL COME STRONG

 what's happenin
This bowizzle you heard me
One of the Original Boys
I done did it all you heard me
From runnin through cuts and hallways
Runnin through projects bustin heads
Yeah that's that lil nigga wizzle Young and Thuggin you heard me
I know you gonna let me do what I do
Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me
We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life
you heard me
Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin
bottles and f**kin hoes
You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh

yeahhhhhhhhh

yeah where yo partner at cuz yall dead

Nigga im so hard to see you need fog lights/ my flow stay frozen with nothin but all ice/Nigga sit back down on da freestyle bench/Call me arrogant but when I see ya girl you can call me da grinch/f**k around I'll knock your shoulder from your head/Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead/and my body is filled wit lead/Ill have ya dead by six/if not it cause im on da black throwin down them bricks/If ya get popped be real and take yo licks/you best through down dem rocks and pick up dem sticks/And ima stay laying my mack down/ Till ya back down/Nigga****in wit dem real niggas/ will make em deal witcha/Nigga if you want war ill bring it back to Vietnam/Im not Saddam/ but I gurantee you ill hit ya wit dat bomb/**** wit me nigga you gon get yours/Cause dat tech will make bullets pull right through doors/I claim dis game/ till I no longer remain/Ima stay da same/always dishin out dat pain/Around my hood they call me da black snake/Cause I stay on da block pushing dat black cake/Keep actin fake/ and watcha feel dat heavyweight/If ya pu$$y ill drag ya for a few blocks/then go to ya mommas house and blow da fuse box/ No sneakin inside and no type of hidin/Just bust open the door and show dis ***** how im ridin/Ill slit tha ******s throat at the end of the rampage/Im finish wit dis ***** so flip the script and tha damn page!!!!!!!!

See I’m a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crushed
Ain’t too many can touch
pmp I’m too much
I’m sixteen with sixteen karats
And sixteen figures with sixteen niggers
And sixteen hummers with triggers
I’m way at the top
Up the million dollar spot
Want to flex what I got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show I get
You can give a quarter key
Tryin to ? ? sale but they cost six-five to see me
While we be goin shows im transporting keys
Findin’ out always to beat the n.o.p.d
But uh-uh

now its over

but can't none of yall beat me. Alright my partner left its all good.