pit bulls barkin'.. my boys outside.. Btown times got a nati on his grind..
freestyle rhymes bout how to make a dime.. on tha block you know we
rock with them thangs in our pocket.. style jockin haters on tha backside..
Sammy Bone on the mic I spit the track right.. got feinds on the block
smoke the crack pipe.. I'm tryna see them young Teens get they act right..
grip the mac tight.. and never let 'em phaze you.. fuck the police.. they act bitch
and then they taze you.. lock a nati up.. so we can't raise up our babies..
keep us from our block.. keep us from our ladies..
I don't give a fuck.. I'll never let 'em get me..
I'll keep pushin' back.. til them motherfuckers hit me..
send me six feet deep into the earth.. 218 rider.. motherfucker from birth..
spit the verse.. like gem when I rip another banger..
PO says I need to get a grip on my anger
I raise up my fanger.. fuck ya'll haters..
I aint got time for them flip flop players..
I'ma rez dog, born hard an ready for the war..
I got my money knotted up.. ready for the score..
yea I got the shotty pump leave a sucka body slump..
this is how we do it in the leech..you still want it chump?
nah nah I don't think they want it.. style Ima flaunt it..
on beat man I'm bombin'.. sam bone a problem..
the cops said I'm wanted.. been 6 years since the last time they caught him.
Ima felon on the run.. yea I tote a smokin' gun..
rider for my dudes.. for my woman for my son..
I do it out of love for the place that I'm from..
B town baby.. this is leech lake 100..
