This was my shyt, bro.
Son been a problem. Lowkey this shyt right here is probably my favorite Gibbs intro, son skated.
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'
Gangland, made a lane in it, if my name in it, it's a gang murder
All my raps in the crack files, bytch, I got 'em up out the vault
I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo
And rippin' them car antennas off
Geekers beamin' up that Scotty in my crack lobby I could smell the caine burnin'
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie Kane it'll be a gang murder
1985, Michael Jordan, bytch, I travel with a cocaine circus...
1985 slowly creeping up though