F.T. - F.T. Freestyle lyrics

Yeah, Street Smartz, Stretch Armstrong 97, Fuc That representin BK, QU One time, check it Yo, yo n***as your rhymes be soundin short I take your whole town to court Plus my 4-pound support when I hold down the fort F.T. is a spiritual feeler Lyrical thriller My material's iller than the brain of a serial k**er You get your block slaughtered by the Glock sporter Quick to f** a cop's daughter Then drown her in hot water Illuminatti ain't have nuttin to do with Gotti Through trees I blew a shotty through the body of Juliany I wanna bann 'em Governments I can't stand 'em I used to catch tambertentials When I heard a national anthem F gets hysterically Thinkin of k**in But don't got the stability, ability or artillery Fuc That is a fly name I can feel a high strain In my brain I catch live pains to give me migraines It takes a lot of examination and understandination Consume much animation is contamination Yeah, NYC, BK, QU Uptown, Boogie-Down, Staten-Isle, Strong-Isle Yo, Yo, Yo Why always gotta worry about shots fillin me Cops k**in me, hostility and hammer The hospital be wooby These streets is too evil Tools from more than a few people who shoot needles Drug abusin in slumbs Look at Pop Dukes' beautiful sons Son packin an, usual gun for mutual funds All I want is monopoly Cops ain't possibly stoppin me Properly and n***as is probably thinkin of robbin me In this jungle it's hard to see these elderly people...