Makin Ruckus
 

Nike Checks on the Bulls Jersy while I hold the glocks
I check in the spot wit my keys runnin the block
The game is off the wall cuz yalls pistols is shootin
I'm the same gangsta that you see wit the griddle movin
I'm rollin in an escalade ridin in its low thirtys
Wit these grams which is why the coast is dirty
More brothas rush my dough so I keep a clip attached
Rollin suckas up slow wit the calico on my back
The size of the medallion from Jewelers like Jacob
Game's on / west or east till I make my paper
I'mma thug wit a gun I hide in my trunk
Be rested in your attempts or I'll apply the funk
Yes I commit rich crimes that only dons compose
The man that pulls heat to the front of ya nose
Diamonds on a jesus piece to amplify my clothes
My deeds go charted to my enemies N foes
All I know is the hot chicks at all my rap shows
Can't block this hit cuz its like a bruce lee blow