Frida Giezman
Banned
Now can your mind picture
A thug nikka drinkin hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a
Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mac-11 just to scare nikkas
Pardon my thug poetry
But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries
A legend in my own rhymes
So nikkas wishful when they mention
Makaveli was my tutor and Donald Goines
My father figure
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Henceforth
We thug nikkas and we came in packs
Every one of nikkas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac)
In the back, my AR 15
Thuggin till I die
These streets got me cravin thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin
Fat as that ass that honeys' shakin
these lyrics seem pretty accurate
I always thought that was what he said too lol

reminds me of those "if you take the first two letters of each word and swap them around it spells" ass conspiracy dudes

when he found something to rhyme with guillotine in one of his songs.