The Storm

robbin niggaz and stuff like that… That’s, that’s wack yo (That's bullshit,
yo). (You rob niggaz… what the fuck you talkin bout?)I, I do mine… but he
rich, he a rich nigga he don’t need to rob nobody, (C'mon… nigga, you ain’t
?, the fuck you talkin bout)…(You know, I know your pops, he told me you’s
a little knucklehead mothafucker… You need to raise, you need to stop, you
need to go to the mars or sumthin like that… You need to get your shit
together man… You out here listening to all these niggaz on the corner
smokin blunts and 40's and all that shit, that shit, look cool and all that
Your head ain’t right…