Kuniva Freestyle

[Intro]
Yo, that nigga Jared's a clown, man
Ayo, Jared, man, you keep stoppin' disrespect
Yo whatever, yo Salaam, this the shit, man
Murder [?], check it, yo, ayo

[Verse]
Now let's get it on in perspective
I let the TECs spittin', winnin' niggas necklace
I'm so reckless, Kuniva the boss
Take everythin' you doubt, walk right by you and floss
Give it to nigga long as chillin' out at the mall
You the type to get mad at just shout at the wall
Call my gun a wessie, when it spits, it's snipin'
Bullets be comin' in straight lines like a hyphen
This is a crisis in Runyon Ave, tighten
I'm so amped, I believe the shit that I'm writin'
Who wanna fight with guns, bats, and nightsticks?
Take Master P for his tight whips with a ice pick
When I ball, I play full contact
The last dude that crossed me over got shot in the back
And I'm feelin' suicidal
All of my rivals start puttin' Bibles
When I strike you, it's minimal survival
Blazin' the heat, beggin' the beef for any nigga
So this can separate his legs from his feet
So yo, get home my nigga, just show me the door
I even shoot your kids, they be like "How long can he go?"
Nigga, I'm demonic, when drinkin' and puffin' chronic
I put your ribcage out of your stomach then stomp it
I ain't a bitch made nigga, I never been one
I jump you with my gang, and I ain't even in one
The Everlast be pickin' up niggas we just bust
I'm on and off, fuckin' bitches Eazy-E just fucked
I Bean niggas with my two way contact
Get a bitches 'nough 'bout Brenda know aren't back
You thinkin' 'cause I went to school wit' you I'm cool wit' you
Nigga, I'll murder your ass 'fore I Suzie Q
Give me a stage, a microphone and a gauge
If I don't get this crowd jumpin', I'ma make front page
And I like her little classiness, ain't this a trip
Bitch, reach at your bag, chew some mints
Your breath is smellin' like ass and that hoe that you with
I'm nauseous, bitch, I'm 'bout to lose consciousness