i konw its hard to spit with more than one hand gun in ur mouth/
after the gat sounds the detrctives gone different parst of ur body around the house/
and u as another niggas spouse/
is not likely to succeed so u are O.U.T. OUT!/
nigga my flow is streched like the universe and ur's almost nonexistment like a mouse/
one shoot from the 5ph a splatter ur brain and leave blood stains in ur couch/
and i stack my clips like framents of DNA/
u can end up dog meat or sunken to the bottom of the bay/
i heard u talkin about pullin ur heater i wish u would/
cause wen this slug hits u its gone leave an exit wound the size of a can good/
and if one of them cannon balls hits ur hood (head)/
u gone fold like an enverlop so why--- should i bring the 9/
better yet when the gauge hits u its gone feel like somebody put u in rewind/
i got shit that'll mangal ur body and parish ur mind/
shots a penatrate through ur vest and cripple ur spine/