rhythm with bruise

i was down in tha hood/ thuggin street of smoke fuse/in ma gangsta shoes/ wit no excuse/just a rhythm wit bruise/i had critical bloody game broken loose/i got shot up/ in tha game of crime poppin/ soon jailed and beaten/time running they thought i'll be dead/but im still breathin smiling wit tha same style/y'all have forgotten my crazy rhmes ticklings/ that gives a bloody hitz/for many riches y'all trade your souls for money/ but cant be like me!