The Wrap (Freestyle)

Buck '89 on the boards...

What up Buck?

Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga?

Hahaha...

Life is good...

Ayyo yo...

It's a reality that...

All the real niggaz...

Got to smash on the bitch niggas

And you know, I like to call this "The Wrap"

Hehe, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Yo, it's a "Wrap"

And any men that don't wanna get clapped

Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance

I'm real advanced with that cock and blast

Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash

What cashes we cleansing, "It's All About The Benjamins", what

If it's dirty then we rincing it off

You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s

Niggaz is tlaking shit, ahhh bitch, that's old news

They say I rap to Rhythm & Blues

But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too

He's like "Baby can you give it to me"

"Nahhh, I'ma give it to you"

The same way that we gave it to Proof

The same way that we gave it to Loose

Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga

Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for show

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh

Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul

Niggaz wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast

Dre Day's been dead a long time ago

Respect the INC, Row, Rap-A-Lot collabo

Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe

And while the world probes, I arrest verse I-N-C

I'm still wishing y'all the R-I-P

Can I live, for I D-I-E

I'm talkin' of M-O-B, Murder INC bosses, count your losses

Now before they start runnin' they lips

I thought I should warn

These motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch

And I know he's got one on his hip, but I got the drop

And outside, Rule got the Drops

All it takes is a cock and a pop

Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales, instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts

They told me J. Prince runnin' the South

And I'm beast from the East, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth

I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave

Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves

Just that quick, slip and the Mac spit, bladdat

Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip

We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm

They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm

You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow

I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow

Hit your 6 up with 16 in 60 seconds

Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons

To you coppers that's posin' a threat

Fire up the air, wholes in the Tec, to put a hole in your neck

See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five

Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool

Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school

In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels, nigga

You know... (Gangsta shitttt!)

As the world turns... (Yeah!)

These bitch niggaz...

Is runnin' and hiding and shit

You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin'

But I'm fucking chasin' y'all faggots

All across the globe, hahaha (Smashing they ass)

Out the back of BET

Out the back of clubs

Nigga, you ain't poppin' bub in no motherfuckin' clubs, nowhere nigga!

Be honest with yourself yours fuckings clowns

You niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere

I'm right here, I'm right here

Huntin' you'll motherfuckin' bitch ass niggaz down...

It's a wrap niggaz (Hehe)

It's a wrap niggaz

It's a wrap niggaz

Ayo, this nigga...

This nigga runnin' around talkin' about

"I got shot nine times, I got shot"

Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic

Ayo Fifty, pull your skirt down B

Ayo, niggaz get shot everday B, you tough? HAHAHA

Yeah, Murder INC shit...

Bitch ass nigga...

We out...