[intro]
Its not the way to do it!
[gunshots]
Shut up bitch!
Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.
This is serious business.
Come by boy!

Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]
Hangin on the corner, lookin real sporty
Coolin with the fellas while downin a 40
Nothing to do, just killin time
Sittin on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin a buzz, feelin kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin on the bitches hanging in the street
Its feedin time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how its done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin, jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin, I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Dont fuck with the kid while Im hangin out!

(interval: marquis talking. most of his words are indistinct.)

Verse 2: [brother marquis]
Me and my nigga, rollin hard
Hangin out, the whole nine yards
Im smokin a fat one, takin a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin, cryin and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin real hard in a six-tre (63)
Motherfuckin punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You cant fuck with me; Im wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, Im out on the street
So, motherfucker, whats up with that? you wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? Ill solve em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So dont fuck with me while Im around in the back
Im always strapped when Im hangin out!

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