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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