Yo, I'ma lay the law with A.K.'s or metaphors. Make way for the ghetto roar, these days I set it off. Y'all hardcore, that's why I batter you all. Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fatter than yours.
Yo no lies. When I was five I arrived in America. Made it alive survived the hell of a trip kid I'm telling ya. Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet on the ground.