Kuniva Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, that n*gga Jared's a clown, man
Ayo, Jared, man, you keep stoppin' disrespect
Yo whatever, yo Salaam, this the sh*t, man
Murder [?], check it, yo, ayo

[Verse]
Now let's get it on in perspective
I let the TECs spittin', winnin' n*ggas necklace
I'm so reckless, Kuniva the boss
Take everythin' you doubt, walk right by you and floss
Give it to n*gga 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, I run your nav, tighten
I'm so amped, I believe the sh*t then I'm writin'
Who wanna fight with guns, bats, and mice ticks?
Check Master P for his tight whips with a ice pick
When I ball, I play full contact
The last cat 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 n*gga
Sodas can separate his legs from his feet
So yo, get home my n*gga, just show me the door
I even shoot your kids, they be like "How long can he go?"
n*gga, I'm demonic, when drinkin' and puffin' chronic
I put your ribcage out of your stomach then stomp it
I ain't a b*tch made n*gga, I never been one
I jump you with my gang, and I ain't even in one
The Everlast be pickin' up n*ggas we just bust
I'm on and off, f*ckin' b*tches Eazy-E just f*cked
I been n*ggas with my two way contact
Get up b*tches nuff 'bout Brenda know aren't back
You thinkin' 'cause I went to school wit' you I'm cool wit' you
n*gga, 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
b*tch, reach at your bag, chew some mints
Your breath is smellin' like ass and that hoe that you with
I'm nauseous, b*tch, I'm 'bout to lose consciousness