Craazy - Bowser

I'm slanging in the hallway yo, hit niggas like I'm mario.
But I'm spitting like I'm Bowser, yo' bitch says that I arouse her.
This the hood, man... and we don't like these things ride
We gettin' high so go hide, you get hit up on the side
As a joke while it's tokey, we keeping yo' murder lowkey.
These niggas scared, screaming oh lord, please do not poke me
SG got the shotty, and we ride in the Bugatti
We let our guns go dottie, so bullets hit your body
Realest nigga with fire, the shit we got be for hire
We getting higher to admire, the money we get and desire
I got yo bitch on dot, but shit I just deny her
Then she say she don't want me, but I just call her a liar
SHEESH
We got langstaff on lock down
I'll shoot up till the ops down
Hearing sirens, oh shit...
That is that cop sound
Jump a fence then I drop down
The cops can't get no lock down
Look around, oh shit... fuck!
I'm really dupped now!
Now here we go again
It is round 2 for the feds
Bust on a few mandems because they were simply misled
Them bullets hit yo' head, head full of this lead