rhymes

Peep how the 4-pound sound, it's off the motherfuckin' hook

Where your gat? Whenever you in Bucktown, shit iz real, all you hear is the sound

The fo'-pound'll leave you on the ground without a sound

On the ground with the big four pound, he hear the sound

Fallin' to the ground with the sound of a four-pound

H-town be the sound for the new underground

West Coast sound, holdin' it down

Holding it down like this with that 87 sound

Like booya! That's the sound when the pound busting

You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when I spit rounds

Dump rounds round here, loud sound round here

Let off infinite rounds, a frightening sound

Well, it's the bad racket sound throwin' down for the crown

I'm hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound

I will extend the trey pound, nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound

Safe an' sound in my playground with my trey-pound

Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound

There's somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound

The power of the trey pound, is loud like a thunder sound

My shit sound like trey pound

Underground sound for ghetto residentials