i jump in the copter and hold the pilot hostage and threaten/
any bastards move and lead they be gettin

after i fuck da sterwardist,shoot da captin steel his plain and shit//
check out da rest of da cabin sayin give up ya wallet and ur wrist watches and necklesses//

man i want yo fuckin shine i aint gotta check-mine,
oh u resistin robbery fine fuckin sallow bullets fromt the tech-nine

runnin through tha door thoughts of murda an much more
to the floor u dirty whore I need those greenbacks I done got plenty stacks

Ive got a FEEL FOR DEATH Reach in your Lungs and STEAL YOUR BREATH

yo i meet this nigga I-R walkin in a back alley-way,
u lookin at my gat now give me yo alazay (i dont know hwo to spell it)

yall people might now laugh at my terroristic threats//
but laugh later when yo building crumbles... you full of regrets//

authorities try to make us relate....
but how can we when the terrorists attacking us
are training to fly in our own states//

get out da car! hop in an star da ignition/
retaliate and da first to find u is gonna be some old man fishin

you got a car and i don't, gotta change that fact/
i'll get in, you'll get out or you'll take two to the back

Don't try to be a hero look I'm madd equipped/
Full clip of teflon bullets comin' straight out the hip

i catch up with enemies only too see the real thug-in-em
yo i grab victims and straight start muggin-em,

Down on da floor, Gimme ya wallets, watches an draw//
An if yo try run fo tha door my nine gonna dismember ya Raw//