((chours))
now u can sit and talk shit about me
but u know it ain't true
the same things u do to me
gon come back to get u
i make promises no threats
u ain't see nothing yet
and u claim u can pop off at me
yea i bet
((verse one))
lets get it straight
a gun don't make a man
only his fist does
and i know good and well
u hide when push come to shove
u like to talk real big when u surrounded with croweds
but when i get u alone shit u don't open your mouth
now..there's one thing that never cease to confuse me
i understand i fucked your ass
but now u claim that used me
i was the virgin on the block but every time i pass
i hear u talkin about me nigga kiss my ass
another thing i don't work will with the he said and she said
so u can stop tellin ur friends shit
and leave it to rest
i'ma leave the rest to someone who really cares
u wanted to hit but u didn't even dare
i didn't think this one was that good. sorry babe. i can tell ur pissed but i just wasn't feeling the rythm or the rhyme. the only i got out of this was the emotion behind it.
on the block with not one gun threats I treat like wiggley's gum i chew up the hate and make you wait wait for more pain and terror that you claim is all bout self gain selfesteem low you need all the blows to help yourself grow I will not mention your name so back off there's no way I'm giving you fame
God loves you but stay true to the call he has on you
Submission Name: Rap (untitled)
