Grits-Freestyle

Niggas keep counting us out (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
 Niggas ain't acting nice (back again)
 Raider Ruckus (y'all muthafuckers thought I was dead)
 Plans into this shit... (the Urban Icon, HG's, UDZ's)
 Nigga, I got a... (the Unda Dogz, Live Son, the shit is crazy, yo)
 I be House Gang, from the pits we blew
 On your ass, like the Ravens, number 52
 Nickel plates on the "get-u's", my chicks be true
 Chain hang from my nuts, and the whips be new
 On the block like the mailbox, airing for block
 Neighborhoods watch, so we gotta share for the cops
 Watch you glaring at pops? I don't sleep, stay aware from the plots
 Bump 'em off right there in the spot
 This is harder than a prison wall, shut up and listen y'all
 HG's, UDZ's, physically fit to brawl
 S.I.N.Y., certified, keep, out of town pussy on the passenger side
 And crews, east side, splashing the five, mashing the drive
 Big face nigga, fashion is live
 Like son, check the bodies 'fore you buy that gun
 Fuck with HG's, nah, don't try that son
 Here's a jewel for you kid, you can eye that one
 Or you can get it fucked up and just die that young
 I'm from the home where the buffalo roam
 And niggas don't give a flying fuck, talk with signs up
 Walk with the nine tucked, leave your eyes wide shut
 Size you up for a cut, of a single buck
 Yeah, we from the grits, y'all
 S.I.N.Y., 10304, my nigga Live Son on the track
 Yeah. "The Fugitive" Carlton Fisk, what's good?
 La Banga... Donnie Cash, strong arming this shit