Unt. 19

"you ain't welcome to my world, bitch, fvck you" like tip said, no one ahead, I stuck you in with the out, I begin with the in-tro cussed you.. what you gonna do, I began with a knife, it's a must boo, recant to the life I thought I would chant to the strife flu.. same stance on the lite, in subject of what I might, take chance, in spite foo's.. who just don't get it, not with it, outta line not with the sight, pack looks no cause, with the plight no books, just shoes.. To dance off here's a tip, blue's clues.. You can't wrap swag, feelin' a half hustla's drag, eyes sag but you hollow, no soul from tha street beyond bottles, chuggin' at an empty void, so swallow.. Sheepish as they come, all follow.. No substance, so watch it how you wallow..