NW3 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
All Star, look

[Verse 1: Quilly]
These n*ggas' sweet like cinnamon
I'm bout to come at everybody like Eminem!
I don't care if small like Wee-man
Or I don't care if he big like Timbaland!
.50 on me, that'll put a end to many men
Pockets on puff daddy; all about the Benjamins
I'm coming off the top, where should I begin?
I never had a plate, now I'm digging in
Stop textin' me, stop callin' me, you stalking
I walk inside the Louie store, no discounts or bargains
Go to Macy's, go to Bloomingdales for that polo, I'm Carlton
I'm blacked out, I'm rapped out, yeah b*tch, I'm done talking
Yeah, I'm talking sh*t and I'm real proud
Yeah I'm smokin' good and it's real loud
Yeah, I'm in my hood without a damn job
Yeah I paid my bail and I'm still out