Poison Pen - Freestyle w/ Amplafire (Foreword Vol. 2) lyrics

[Intro: Amplafire] Amplafire. Ay, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Amplafire] The streets is watching—sh** y'all learned from [?] Stressed, they burning haze. It seem like every b**h is turning gay n***as get their loot the murder way. You could Win an a**-whooping and turn around and lose a vertebrae Decapitators, so hold your head. They hit The bakery to cop toast and buy the whole loaf of bread Ammunition and the scope displayed. The plan And mission is to close down shop when they open lead (Surprise!) They hopping out of nothing but wheels [?] what the f** is the deal if they're clutching the steel? Criminils are running your crib, posing as federales You'll get fed the shottie—disconnect you from your head and body That's for sending kites. Friends trying to spend their life Locked up, their motive is money. Is you men or mice? Pockets swollen, holding numbers. They're in the fourth room Rolling lumber, put you on ice ([?] you hold this summer) [Interlude 1: Poison Pen] SHC. Stronghold [Verse 2: Poison Pen] Y'all can't bend my shoes. Baby gangsters Still busting little .22s. (Vast Aire) Had your b**h surrounded in a city pool (b**hes) My palm's on the back of her neck. Know what I want her to do? (Ha) Face the facts: y'all don't get a**. Ask shorty For a little head, she give you a size 6 hat When I win, I'll pose in front of your residence (So do what?) Ask like George Bush joggers, son—run your presidents out Step on your kicks on purpose. Could tell your b**h a** Fighting just ain't worth it. The wordsmith Speak with the stunning English and the b**hes love me ‘Cause I'm a cunning linguist. (You's a gangster?) I'm a nonbeliever. There's more to hustling Than reading Don Diva, mealy-mouth f*ggot [?] Brooklyn now. You was On fire, wouldn't piss on you to put it out Yeah