(Kleptomaniac)

Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's

Never flaunt now motherfuckers come test me

Burnin everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties

Far from angels niggas can't see me like Charlie

Style weak? Hardly!

Don't let the wacked persue you like Marley

JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys

Niggas get injured fucked do' in 40 fingers

Got bitches by bike bar bussin Glocks off a' niggas

Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts

Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards

wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me

shit gets messy, bustin .38 speci

outta paper bags like Joe Pesci

Yo, you know the tune

Make sure bitches don't eat when it's time to shit out them coke balloons

Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies

bustin .380's outta E Class Mercedes

(Hurry the fuck up bitchm, get on!)

(Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L)

(There they go right there, dot them niggas)

(Motherfuckers!! *gun shots*)

MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass

Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass

Who wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me!

Freakin vocabulary like Chinese and spelling bees

T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es

The nicest, Jesus Christ-es

Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso

Bullets evacuated out windows

From Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates

Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist

No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break

Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin

Nigga caught up in the hustle

Fuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubble