LIKE A BOXER IN BETWEEN ROUNDS, ALL I DO Is " SPIT"
Fed ex the way i deliver my shit....
any one of u cats test me, im choppin at the bit....
yall aint much of men, so i better get at ur bitch...
ms jones aka ... " him's not flowin" ....
somebody tell the boy im nice " cuz him's not knowin"
him's out Ho'in..... Down in Wvu....
they say yea!! "the people love u slick"...
shit i would love me 2,
i would hug me 2 ..
if i wasnt who i was ..
cuz at lil wju ...
who does what i does...
change a whole program, win some awards....
fail out of college, get right wit the lord,
come back .... .. All EYez is on "him"
but he's nice wit his shit, it dont matter what GUY is on him...
his eye's is on rims,.... and balls and baskets,.....
cuz he remembers death and all them caskets,
the flows fantasic, when i blow its drastic,
i got a titanium steel flow, but ur shit is plastic...
and for that lil nigga WILLY, i never hung wit HICKS...
verbal anniliation... Why did it come 2 this.....
u dont want it, nobody in ur camp really does....
nomatter how long im gone... YAll KNOW WHO THE CHAMP REALLLY WAS


DONT EVEN RESPOND
THE GAMES OOVER ... just quit the site now ......

Im a "fatt vu" killa, "her jones" die 2...
lookin out 4 lil willy, niggaz when i find u ...
Weak muthafuckas dont deserve 2 breathe..
how many niggaz down 2 die for me ... Yaa Yaaa..