Freestyle ...jrying to see if I still got it
The flow made up of nostalgic ishNo love nothing positiveIn my metropolisDudes eating while I'm hungry like hippopotamissSo I'm still beefing ,and out for blood like philbotimisThat's why I gotta spit....loogieGotta ish ....dookieEmcees who ballI gotta strip yallMOOKIEOld schoolBut still better be respected like I'm spose toCuz your big homies pays homageYall just the brother brothers go thruI'm big ahk in the joint on stage I'm Hollywood HamYall can choose what to call me as long as yall know I'm the manEffin with me you effin with the wrong oneNot dark skinneded Glenda or light skinneded Shawns sonAll I do palm gun and shootemAll I do front weight to hoodlumsSoooo if I ain't what the truth isThen who isI was raised by shootas Dope fiegns with rugersPlus I got a team of Abdullahs kareems mutafasThat will bury you wit hoffaWhile I'm in my casa eating pastaLyrically or spirituallyWhatever you want out a brotherMy words like that desert birdThey take a chunk out of brotherTake away their manhood and bring the punk out of brotherAnd that answers the why I retired questionEveything I wrote had to be registered as a lethal weapon