Who are you?

Who are you?

I'l tell you who iam

I'm Whitie

Im da gangsta round hear

If you dont know who i am you better respect me

I got something better than you i got flow

If you catt my lyrics you better stop otherwise

Theres gonna be some gunshot blow

This aint no show

You cum down my endz you'll get smacket up

I aint no pussy

Fuck with Whitie are u kiddng

Now i know you have no intrest in living

Cause i'm a grown man son i'll slaughter you

Make your ma wish that her fat ass aborted you

My techniques bizare and ill

I scar and kill



Who are you?

You better reconize me like

I look familar

I'll crack your shoulder blade youll fall to the floor so fast

You'll make hitler start turning in his grave

I may be white

But i aint no wigga

Broth i'm a stone cold killa

When im finished with you gonna be shook

You'll be fucked up so badly you got seven times jooked

Your'e a wast of space

I could let ma home boy snypa to finish ya

But dat's no fun

Broth look every time i lift up my hand you get shook

Even at home you get done

By your marge

She comes after you wid bambo

You stink aswell can't you afford to get shampoo

I'm gonna leave this shit for some other time

But dont forget da name !! WHITIE !!