Who Am I

who am i
Nigga wit the blunt steady trippin
Sippin on the concoction
Wit tha drum knockin
Head rockin
Betta get off bitches and killas in the front watchin
Flowin like im finna step or sumthin
Im just havin fun
Wit my hun
Even though it stay bein work
Imma flow until my belly hurt
You niggas rockin on stage wit tights on and them muscle shirts
Betta work
Ooh, feels like another who you be
Mr. shystie
The one that make you frown up like the lemon in my iced tea
Tha mutha fucka most likely
To get into it wit tha opposition
Or competition
I breakem off when i giveem the heat
Steady reefa rollin
Bullets bodies decomposing
Anniahalate members who weak
On the timbaland beat
Do you remember the deep
Conversation we had
When my adrenaline was rushin
Check ya breaks and knee pads
When twista bussin
Bodies gon get rushed in
I can makeem hit the dance flo
All those bitches and hustlers
I getem in a flux homey
Neva phony
Hitem wicked when they run up on me
Mutha fuckas still dont know me
Letem know slowly
Who am i?