Straight Music

[Verse 1] Stuck in a jam Why you wanna fuck with me, fam? I'm tryna live a square life, you wanna fuck up my plan Under a bus, fucker, I'll throw you under a van Throw the van in reverse and then I'll do it again Grand theft auto, the man with the sket also Two turntables, a tec that'll touch torsos, P! Niggas thinking that the family sweet Run up on Ruck you'll get beat with hands and feet, nigga Kimbo Slice and a slice of Jim Kelly Thing go pop and it enter your thin belly Fuck being humble, I'm better than everybody Melancholy niggas get hit with a heavy shotty Dumb fuckers don't know how the rules go Young pups can't fuck with the Cujo You bark better than you bite Yeah, I bark, but I'm better when I fight [Verse 2] Some of the nicest niggas in the game is friends If I do a song with 'em then the friendship'll end Sore loser Spitting the raw, ignore Rugers That nigga frauds like Jean Claude and broad movers East coast niggas, west coast niggas I eat most niggas with the sket close, nigga I make you mad you livin' Fucking with Sean Price, that's a bad decision I was once fucked up, from the ash I risen A lot of fights, almost got slashed in prison Money on my head, you can ask my ibn This rap is a actual fact that's written I'll fuck a nigga up, but if cash is given I will split a nigga head, call it bad division I dismember your memory, holmes Dedicate this to Timothy Stone