Album: K-HOOD Demotape Vol. I
Artists: Loc' Mill & SBAR
Song: Gun In Ya Grill

[Loc' Mill]
uh 
let me drop my sixteen, pop on six screens
in a drop top porshe, a glock and my wrist gleam
you hataz talk shit but you studder a lot
bitches call me "toast" due to all the butter i've got
your mother is hot, kinda shallow but big
i call the bitch godzilla the way she swallows my kidz
you can catch me in tha streetz with a bottle of crist
two heaterz in my hand and a moddelin bitch
y'all play my cassette, I'm gettin brains on the deck
got flossing strings thicker than the chains on ya neck
i got the game correct, you take the fame i take the checks
weak i protect, you break my mans, i break ya neck
with a tech and a nine, some sort of a dime
serb's illest on the mic, and north is the side
offcourse i'ma ride, leave you green and speechless
bitches gettin wet, copin cream and peaches

now all of y'all wanna get at me
but you know I'm raw, it's hard to make a dawg happy
fuckin with the hood, you get a gun in ya grill
get used to the raw, serbz runnin this shit

[SBAR]
ayo check it, respect it, world wide spit so hectic
brigin illness to kill this shit n the record
grab a btich get up in her rib till the wee hours, 
we can watch the sun rise thru the weed clouds
deuce got seedless counts if wee need an ounce 
sit back relax, turn up tha beat n bounce
we got tha scene on lock, n cream to stock 
in the street with glocks servin feens with rox
dreamin non stop about beamers to copp
cream of tha crop well never be leavin tha top 
hataz scheme n plot well see on the block
SBAR gets his heat cocked, incase beef popps off
livest on the mic, rhymin tight bringin u pain 
ya crews lame, stand back cuz i be spittin pure flames 
got tha hoes to strip noone can flow this sick, 
raps pierce ya like they came from a loaded clip
if i grab the microphone, than the fight is on
ya life is gone, my life goes on wit ya wife in her thongs
MC widows like em in the limo wit the lights on
casket in the back so we can mourn the night long
u know my steelo SBAR the legend was fortold
spit so hot make the Sun feel like the north pole
ayo dunn peep tha technique

[Loc' Mill]
i was born to be rich, i mean my fate is dough
so damn right i'm drinkin' crist like it's H20
i dont hate you hoez, just keep my options open
keep it lit, don't hit on them obnoxious topics
society questions, they believe I'ma problem
I got Clevlend "shakin" and I ain't even from Harlem
crews got ideas, what do to loc
I ain't no motherfucken crip just cuz i do the walk
K hood is all mine, K hood is all crime
Ill Deuce, Sbar, Kreem, Loc' Milly and Sly
I know ya feelin my vibe, I smack you silly with rhymez
bitch you better smile when I'm feelin ya thighs
cuz I'm lovin ya smile, and I'm lovin tha ass
I ain't no motherfucken stud, I'm the thug of the class

[Loc' Mill]
now all of y'all wanna get at me
but you know I'm raw, it's hard to make a dawg happy
fuckin with the hood, you get a gun in ya grill
get used to the raw, serbz runnin this shit (x2)