Unnamed Freestyle (Youtube)

[Verse: Reed Dollaz] D.Jones better pump his breaks I haul off with the sawed off, pump his face You coward, too hard we run through y'all niggas We trouble men we doublemint, we chew y'all niggas Screw y'all niggas, fatboy better get his head straight D.Jones falling on Joey, I call it dead weight 40 cal up in my pants, I ain't snappin' dog Only time you see me snapping, I'm clapping 'matics off We can have it dog, Jones we can bang it out When it's beef, you ain't know, I'm the one they bringing out I'm a pit, get a grip, leave the meat hanging out You's a bitch all your life, I'll show you what some pain about Don't look at Bobby, he ain't gon' help your ass 44, 40 or kick the door, melt your ass Don't call Haddy, homie do your own shit You Joey lil clone sis, Dollaz on that grown shit Y'all cop cars and clothes and do it for the bitches We put hard in jars, and rob with dirty biscuits Big shit, I'm talking bout dead heaters You out on the strength of your man you cheerleader Nobody likes you, you make me wanna fight you Look like a fat ass turkey, I wanna slice you I don't even know the reason that Haddy piped you Just another one of my kids I say goodnight to Lost on star, trey pound alarm Blow the doors of your car, insides on the tar You can't get gritty now, Cause if I was on star Up in jersey I woulda never let my city down Clown ass nigga, sweet like candy Remind me of brandy, wanna be down ass nigga You see we movin', This take me back to D-Block When they came harder than G-Unit Kind of Bizarre, the burner got hell in it Slim Shady dude, plus the D got 12 in it Toast man, Postman, move like a snail with it BLOCKA BLOCKA open your chest, you got melted(?) Top class, top class, real street movement We leave the rappin to y'all, cause we really do this D, you ain't never had a gun in your mouth You ain't never had 30 niggas run in your house Tie you up, put a sock in your mouth Make your moms get on the floor, put the chrome pipe to her scalp I don't wanna hear Hadden, I don't wanna hear your crew I don't want Hadden to write it, I wanna hear it from you These lil niggas gotta be trippin, thinkin' I ain't on my game These lil niggas gotta be sniffin What the fuck, is you high boy? All my niggas ride, boy Fall off and get back up, just like we ride, boy I do my thing, I ain't worried bout a hater We coppin all drugs and hammers with red lasers Stocks and backstraps, clips in the napsack Move it over super soaker, come with the backpack Neck spinned around, face down with your back flat Pellets through the windows, tires are bad flat You ain't goin nowhere, I ride with no fare Summer time, white on your block, I make it snow there I'm so gooda, so gooda, so sickening Go getters, I send my getters to go get him D.Jones, say another word out your mouth McNabb, quick pass, dirty bird to your house Get the chop, desert eagle, dirty bird to your mouth What's all that snappin' and that swervin' about Clap ass, we lean wit it, lean wit it, rock wit it Rock wit it, lean wit it, lean wit it Fiend wit the stock wit it, aw quit it I was on the block gettin' money in pampers You and ya man was break dancin for dancers I could tell you know you ain't fuckin with us (footage interrupted)