ay yo, the kids in the house reppin Philly to the fullest/
come correct or ima click, clack, n pull it/
you be like Pac in Bullet/
kneck slit, when I come down the ceilin on some commando shit/
put ya head in your own bed on some Brando shit/
have your boyfriend worried on some where my man gon go shit/
talkin greazy you know where my hand gon hit/
right on your cock suckin lips, n no I ain't never gon trip/
ain't ever gon slip, even if i stepped on a banana peel on ice/
i'll leave you wit a head crack like i rolled triple 6s in dice/
take some free advice, no need to call Dr. Phil/
quit right now before I putcha bitch ass on permenant chill/
i'm talkin bout leavin you wit a toe tag, black bagged, layin on a cold slab/
cause you fucked wit the wrong one, my title is one thing you should never try n grab.