Thrilla Knightz

Popped a thrilla, gotten illa, layin low in the Villa

innocent child turnt killa? well im half way trilla

streetz cold like i need a chinchilla, playaz i feel ya

TX 'game' sick, throwin up dat blood and Nyquila

somewayz rippin like a crip trippin go in bazurk

from life slippin losin grip n flippin rhymez like work

i got a cube in my skirt so i wont git fucked

no matter the colors flirtin keep ya gat on tuck

smuckers

im not the hatin azz jelly nigga failing nigga

Im more belly 1st felony-2yr cellie nigga

dont tell, on any nigga, roll ya own path

or tell ya story walkin, street talk ebonics n math, jag...

tho im a bit of a Savant its sci lie n wrath

once pulled a lick at a rant to git rendered sum cash

karma got up wit me later, now my spirit takes baths

all about God and His son Tu, rollin like regal Slab

you ever lockd down peep Sun Tzu n workout ya abs

n watch dem war stories coz every lie gits tabbed

Adebisi in dat mfka, dont git grabbed

neva talk shit to strangers or you might git stabbed

I held my own two in the county like i told you

Now i got cutz, out for da bucks who tryin to claim true

pants on my butt, its been a long time nuttin up

not the typical jack just tryin to mack n dats whats up