Ch-yeah, yo, I’m from BK borough
Flat Bush to be exact
Put my hood in my nap-sack and on in this industry
We could get it on in these streets to the beats
NBA style with the Hawks or the Heat
Lou$tar, the new star of this rap shit
I’m boning on the models and actresses
Banging outbacks, putting holes in mattresses
And i’m ‘bout to shake up the world like Cashus did
Better relax man, or get hit with a Bruce Wayne
Or in other words a Batman
Ain’t no stoppin’, i’ll leave your head throbbin’
The .45 clips’ll leave your holey-er than Robbin
[?] ever get it
The rain in the chain get me more head than the new [?] fitted
We here to toss these pranksters, off these wanksters
We the hood$tars! [?] gangsters
Ever since a [?] I always been a rapper
I was fatal, rapping with beats to the lunch room table
In school those was the instrumentals
I bled to school, talkin’ bout no pencils
We the type that come through to trash the spot
Your mouth hold no heat like a traffic cop
Rep Brooklyn ‘till the casket drop
Bastards stop, [?] for your ass [?]
In-fact, actually, i love for your to clash for me
[?] I live with no limits like Master P
You asking me? Everybody get a bag with me
My watch rock a ice grill like it’s mad at me
Uh-huh, we getting twisted in the club, nothing but ruckers
Ya dudes is Blow Pops, nothin’ but suckers
You better duck down when them shots prevail
We sending strait slugs at you and we don’t mean snails
Tired of [?] rappers [?] ‘bout they ball hard
Remember Full Force? Got diamond plaques on the wall
Not one, but two, what the fuck you gon’ do?
[?] in the game, me and my Hood$tar crew
Flat Bush to be exact
Put my hood in my nap-sack and on in this industry
We could get it on in these streets to the beats
NBA style with the Hawks or the Heat
Lou$tar, the new star of this rap shit
I’m boning on the models and actresses
Banging outbacks, putting holes in mattresses
And i’m ‘bout to shake up the world like Cashus did
Better relax man, or get hit with a Bruce Wayne
Or in other words a Batman
Ain’t no stoppin’, i’ll leave your head throbbin’
The .45 clips’ll leave your holey-er than Robbin
[?] ever get it
The rain in the chain get me more head than the new [?] fitted
We here to toss these pranksters, off these wanksters
We the hood$tars! [?] gangsters
Ever since a [?] I always been a rapper
I was fatal, rapping with beats to the lunch room table
In school those was the instrumentals
I bled to school, talkin’ bout no pencils
We the type that come through to trash the spot
Your mouth hold no heat like a traffic cop
Rep Brooklyn ‘till the casket drop
Bastards stop, [?] for your ass [?]
In-fact, actually, i love for your to clash for me
[?] I live with no limits like Master P
You asking me? Everybody get a bag with me
My watch rock a ice grill like it’s mad at me
Uh-huh, we getting twisted in the club, nothing but ruckers
Ya dudes is Blow Pops, nothin’ but suckers
You better duck down when them shots prevail
We sending strait slugs at you and we don’t mean snails
Tired of [?] rappers [?] ‘bout they ball hard
Remember Full Force? Got diamond plaques on the wall
Not one, but two, what the fuck you gon’ do?
[?] in the game, me and my Hood$tar crew
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