Poetry/rap.

   Ama take this shit back to when I was a thug

 walked these streets big Ole head I didn’t give a fuck

 lets go back to thee old hood stomping grounds

 these is my streets homie ima claim’em pound for pound

 step in here dog disrespect you’ll hear a pop

 on the street may your body lay flip n flop

 hit the party mack a bitch I show no remorse

 jack the ripper smoking dippers on a crash course

 I’m on a mission and I’m dissing fuck your neighborhood

 it’s how I do it when I do and you knew I would

 best be scared if you see me walking through your hood

 I will run up never see me best description male Hispanic in a black hood

 

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