2 hot 4 tv

brrptptatata, 'ey when your hear shots ring, it's probably my team, 10 o'clock i'm in the shower, phone rings, it's for you wayne, i'm in the shower, it's important shawty fatt is on his way, said he needs to talk to you before the show, tonight at 2:31, alright, okay, slide the curtain back and grab the phone, "what up? what's up with it? what's going on?, it isn't like you, to go interrupting me for anything at all", he said "i'm just fucking with you wolf" and laughed if off, hahaha. dick head, hang up the phone, take the phone, wrap my towel, dry off and throw my clothes on, in an hour we go home, though i ain't liking the idea, of opening up for trina, i support my clique through whatever, so i met my team up at the parking lot, we all came together in separate cause, we like to debate up alot, small town super stars, every clique got somebody, that is spotted more than bout it, but i doubt if you ever seen a soldier more bout it, then i ride and die, partner with the hard like a pirahna, and i bite like a lion, with the bullets to back up the drama, 2 real for tv, yea pulled up in a minivan, bumpin' that jeezy, "what up wolf?", "what up my man?", i dept his hand, security was yelling already that we needed to move, but we ain't studying that until security lost a clue, and started mouthin' off to the wrong one, specifically the main one who aim guns, no, bad idea fat boy, i seen it coming, fistful surrounded them, a couple of them was swinging and yelling, it could've been over in just a second, but the asshole was persistent, and 2 real for tv ain't with it, me and my dread homie held tight, they started yelling out the cops are coming, but it was to late something's got a hold, and 2 real popped the trunk, grabbed the steel, cocked it back and walked into the front door of the club, you don't want it here, there, anywhere i promise you, the sirens are sounding for the rest of the crew, called my homie fist to get the scoop of what went down, "it was nothing wolf", shit, we up in this bitch chillin' now, damn, that's how ya'll get down?, for sho' fistful