white rap, old school, funky

I'm the tool you don't want to see Creepin' through the alley on a one-way street Hands stay heavy, pockets stay deep None of that talkin', I'm a man of few beeps You run your mouth, I run the game Same old story, different name Finger on the trigger, never miss aim This ain't a warning, this a claim Cold steel. No deal. Fuck your dead homies, Walk away or kneel. Your balls small, how you feel? You fuckin pussy you will be killed