the way you haterz lookin at me, who you be, what you see? you think you know me sucka, maybe i shot one of your homiez! well keep on lookin with your mean mug and imma reach to my waist line and greet ya with heavy heat, come on up keep your eyes off me (thats right) i holler west twomp (Y-O-C) Scraps die, northern cali is my place of birth since i was conceived been to hell and back twice with dead homiez i grieve....woodie tight shit there!