4sho Ave Freestyle

[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah, uh-huh
Motherfuckers
They know what the fuck it is, nigga, RiskTaker, ayy
My nigga Joe got me in this bitch
Uh-huh
We in the streets, we ain’t industry, nigga
Let's get it
Ayy

[Verse]
You never seen an ice sculpture, let me show you somethin'
You want twenty, come and get it, you can’t owe me nothin'
Niggas lose they mind for the dollar, put some money on 'em
Don't speak on chop unless that bitch come with a hundred on it
I done overdid it, this bitch got like, um, a hundrеd somethin'
Send 'em through a nigga crib, hit his mama cousin
My niggas' hеads wrapped up like Osama cousins
Tumbleweeds through a nigga hood like they out west or somethin'
My nigga Mook servin’ niggas, ain’t no testers comin'
One up top, get you popped, I don’t stress 'bout nothin'
Last nigga fucked with me, we ain't rich yet
But if you wanna know the truth, I can make Keith Sweat
Put the pressure on these niggas, you can’t teach that
Niggas think because I'm poppin', I won't reach back
Hit a nigga whole other side like, "Nigga, keep that"
Six feet deep where he gon' sleep at
Dress up like the mailman, bitch, I need the pape'
Used to break and enter, now I hit the interstate
Bitches say they love my smile, shit, I love they face
When I was little, I was ugly, bitches had they way
Couple niggas did me dirty, they ain't here today
Close-range faceshot, can't forget his fade
Dropped a hundred on the lawyer, make him dismiss the case
I ain't scared of you fuck niggas, bitch, I'm here to stay
Niggas still broke as hell, they just in the way
How many clips it's gon' take for Mook to clear the way?
Send a message to these niggas like I ain't here to play
Pop up at your funeral and have 'em shoot away
You run with hotheads, hit your ass with hot lead
Catch one in the arm, leg, backshot, chest, head
Don't think shit sweet, toe-tag a nigga
I done got my ho hit, shit, I wasn't mad at niggas
I just ran my cheese up, got my cabbage bigger
Big boogers in the watch, I ain't an average nigga
I got a Benz I don't drive, I leave it wtih my hitter
He gon' slide down in style when I need the nigga
Jefe helped me chicken y'all five days straight
Crackin' seals on the brick, nigga, fuck an eight
My niggas callin' from the pen', I make sure they straight
I done sent about a couple thousand every day
I need the baddest bitch in the club front and center
And if she got a fat ass, won't hesitate to tip her
Throwin' money in the air, might pay her Rent-A-Center
I'ma still fuck even though I know my nigga hit her

[Outro]
Yeah
RiskTaker
It's a movement, nigga
It's the motherfuckin' mob, yeah