ay yo if you gotta problem
i let the gun solve em
lookin fresha than a mothafucker cocaine pushin
the .45 to the grill leave the forehead mushin
doin it real large here in the BAY out west
dont set foot out on the yard without a 50 cent vest
fireworks blazin and it aint the 4th of july
you hear a POP then a FLOP an another mother cry
the blood rolls out on the hot black street
dome peice lookin like some chucked red meat
now i can rest knowin that i popped ya
tried to have my homie come on the turf and stop a
bitch made like yourself pushin cain on my block
you payed the price fool, with a mouthful of glock
a yo if ya gotta problem
I LET THE GUN SOLVE EM
reezykeezy Reviewed by reezykeezy on . Freestyle Rapper's Where you at??? I was having alot of songs in my head today, and I have been chillin listening to alot of Old-Skool beats. I started to wonder, how many of you out there write rhymes, or just good poetry? I was thinking we start a small Freestyle contest here, or just start a thread where people post some chill thoughts. . . We know you got it in you, lets put down for CannDotcom and it's crew. . .lol faded Rating: 5