Curtisey be...that mufukka clapping at ya face...
with bullets that multipy like a rabbit at the waist...
a bandit in the states...
claiming to run the block...but when I come thru
-you abandoning the place...
granted I'm a ape...a 5 foot sumthin that'll clock you out...
like you was askin for a break...
that was your mistake...thinkin I won't squeeze...
and have your mother passing out pamphlets at your wake...
bastard I'm a great...admire the god...
only skirts you fuck with...on the side of your car...
a lion of all...
and I dont mean an over seas plumber...
when I say I'm piping a braud...
catch me in some timbs and a fitted...
rolling with a grill so clean...
you'd think it been to the dentist...
all 20's...bills and the inches...
and still popping shit...
but none of my pills are prescriptioned...
a beat murdered...everytime a nigga speak burning...
you'll be...squirming to breath...
from the heat of that beast -Curtis...E...
listen when I clap...you're hearing your mind snap...
cut ya sentences short like you thinkin the lines tapped...
the sickness when I rap...will have you duckin a shots...
like niggas in Iraq...I'm bad...
