I'm made
 

I be on the north side glidin wit techs and machine guns
Hair made up somethin like Rodman and his basketball runs
I'mma killa that rolls on twenties wit the 12 gauage sawed off
Ridin on the west coast where the think chicks tops pop off
Yall brothas aint ready for the bricks they sell on the streets
Now my thrones decked out so much its makin dudes compete
I keep it street /
It takes four hours to cook up the white in the kitchen
When I'm done I take it to the hood so ya wifey be missin
My gangsta harder than Ice Cube's and Shorty Flows combined
Runnin the hood wit rap's, army road mines and tech 9's
I'm at Dirty Harry's weight don't need to gain nothin from others
Despensin slugs at ya wit my night vision / unpluggin brothas
Yall shoot rocks up thinkin you shinin but really you dyin
I got these Motorolla's chirpin from Detroit to Hawaiian Islands
So when I stalk / most of these brothas goin run or try to hide
Either blue or red flag yall brothas best be on ya own side