40 Bars

[Iverson] For the year 2G the rap game change for one name Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated You went platinum with a ghost writer So in the game you won you cheated My slang bang when you need it You man enough to pull a gun be man enough to squeeze it (*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it Anything to do wit millions I'mma be with it Hats off to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest In my guess y'all useless, just talking music Never mistake me for a fake MC You got the wrong identity, nigga I'm CT fool Get murdered in a second in the first degree Come to me with faggot tendacies You'll be sleeping where the maggots be Ain't nothing kinda used to beef actually But when it's on I raise first automatically Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime Ten Bentleys in one line Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines Snipers hitting niggas long distance for a rate Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floating in water Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders One love to the ol school niggas They in the jail trying to raise us Even the ones that tried to blaze us But couldn't even graze us See them bitch ass niggas y'all killing don't amaze us Y'all slobbing I'm spitting wit a mouth full of rage Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches I'm hitting anything in plain view for my riches VA's finest filling up ditches, when niggas turn to bitches Die for zero digits; I'mma giant yall midgets I know killers that kill for a fee That'll kill your ass for free, believe me How you wanna die fast or slowly? Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie I bought your shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me All the hardcore niggas know me I ain't knocking, I'm just gon' bust up in the motherfucker Taking anything that's rightfully mines Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines Physique crew, thick designs With jewels that shine all the time Ain't nothing sweet about this rate of mystique Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat your meat Die reaching for heat, leave you leaking in the street Niggas screaming he was a good boy ever since he was born But fuck it he gone, life must go on niggas don't live that long But hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong Got niggas hollering Jewelz dead wrong on this song This type of murder don't need no hook Just forty fucking bars from the mouth of a crook