Get tha gas

You don't want none of this
To mack again and rap again
Smoke more gas than The Abyss
Bang, rattle your chest and brain
And show me how to be whole again
Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine
Don't make Flesh break down, sign sight, my pine
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I'ma mess around and, fall down
Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Oh please just let me please breakdown
Put the industry in Mobb Town
Q'in and do time you won't see peace
And that's six feet hit you with twin piece

G's up pimps up, haters down nigga
Use my tool as the trigga
Not even with titanium bones, I'll end them
This not a broad threat, I got something for 'em
You done messed with the wrong boy
??? Beruca tie alle noy alle hem ???
Anywhere as long as it isn't mine
Just let somebody jump, or step out of line
Poppa got a brand new freak - like that?
Nah, boy, I'm just curious where she stay at
Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
I used to write 'cause it was appropriate