+rep good trader

I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates

+Rep, funny dude

+Rep, good and patient trader!

+rep quick, nice and fast trader!

+rep, great prices, great trader. What more to ask?