Mr. 32 Bars - 32 Bars Of Death [ This Nicca Str8 FiREE! ]

I run this shit like Slim Thugga,
I'm so deep that she dug me and i dugher,
I put on for my city like Yeezy Jeezy,
But i go down the streets blasting Weezy,
I fuk like a pornstar when i ask for a rubs,
But under my toyota lay 22 dub's,
I've never been a gangbanger,
But I always got my jacket so consider me a coat hanger,
I consider company your sista and ya mama,
I'm the prez of the rap game like Barack Obama,
Imma bust ya up give ya head trauma,
Ive put up with ya shit im done with ya drama,
Rap Idol be Cory Gunz,
Machine guns cant spit as fast as he spit punz,
Fastest spitta is The Tongue Twista Twist,
Lyrics so fast he can spit 300 words as you slit ya wrist,
Got that cool yet so hot ass,
Think im rich but cant afford brass,
I share my lyrics with the world tryna make myself rich,
I keep makin paper cuz im a copy machine bitch,
Fuk with me and ill leave with more then a hundred stitch,
And FUCK YOU 50 you aint nuttin but a snitch,
I'm a pain like an itch ya cant scratch,
And im clingy like a latch,
Im easily rippin' defensivly grippin'
My pistol ya n*ggaz be trowlin and wantin
Im poppin' and lockin' and neva jocked no game,
N*ggaz rockin it be insane,
Soon to be dead with the murder on earth,
Comin to get ya, white walls on the rims ive been comin since birth,
Those cavemen be gettin mad,
MothaFuck a Geico ad
I'm harder then a rock,
As i put on for my block,
Neva been nowhere besides da 3o5,
I aint soccer play and dive,
I'm so crazy when i hit the beats wit rhymes,
I'm kinda like a felon but had no crimes,
Sellin mothafuckas like sprite lemon-lime,
She's so hot she looks like a dime,
Higher then the mountain top,
Neva heard a beat without a drop,
Piss me off so bad make me wanna hit a cop,
I hit now im screwed now i aint gonna stop,
They charging with assault,
He put me to a halt,
With his pistol in his hand,
I got my hands and a rubberband,
He took a shot hit me twice,
Ran from seen dropped my ice,
I just bought a death sentence or life,
Now i lost a family and a wife,
Runnin down the street,
Blistas on my feet,
He coming to put me away,
But if im gone life will be grey,
He thinks im trippin,
Will if im gonna go i might as well be sippin,
So got out the Vod,
And Prayed to god,
That i wouldnt get jailed,
I want to ship myself and get mailed,
Well he got out his gun took one shot,
Now i'm done.