MAKE U TAKE A 6 FOOT NAP PUTTIN THA CITY ON DA MAP WIT THEM DOPE ASS RAPS THAT ATTACK UR BRAIN LIKE CAINE MAKE U GO INSANE IF YA FUCK WIT ME LOOK INTO THA EYEZ OF THIS KILLA
im'a go thru ya guess,snatch ya funds,and cash in ya check/
your lack of respect left you a crack in ya neck/
im snatchin ya deck and leave your car on four blocks/
with busted door locks,im on the run from pork chops
point a gun and i snap, that shit only makes me madder
let my gat blow and ratta tatta rippin away lungs spleens and bladders
skippin chitta chatta, i gits right to it
put my barrel to your dome and blow holes right through it
hitta lik, i just might do it
jackin dat ass n smash like glass up outta tha scene tha D.A. jus might prove it,
i gets off on music
i spitz all so ruthless
victims all toothless
no dental records to identify who I likked off a cool one...
"or leave the gun in my lap, and make money from crack, hit your mom from the back, nothing colder than that, when im holding a mack, im controlin the track, folding a stack and rollin a sack..."
But then I think and I call up been drink for some ink- stink doja hope you know ah its the 38 totein Tre 8 soldja- Roast Humans Like Foldgers- Bitches think Iam good till the last drop pulled out my dick with a plop- Cutting bodies up like a chop shop.
wait for ya lungs ta collapse bodies red soaked leakin out fluid thats a reminder that this aint just music and it aint just a melody posted on the blocc were fellons be... guess what my three fifty seven was tellen me... leaven enemies poped like extacy, why thay stressen me in this game wit deadly notes and 45 colt thay rip the skin ofa nigga throat left em drippin folkz...
and feel this shit like amnesia, went from crumb to bricks, by knockin out dumb ass tricks but still hang with the bottom feederz, fuck the 4 fever this that tre-8 & fuck a 9 millimiter.