yo... i spit words carry gunz on tha strap more then kats feeding rice 2 dem ghetto birds/

strap heated pistol,cold hearted who don,t give a fuck who,s his next dead enemy is/

caus im dangerous..go to work and do bruce willis then kidnapp your kids/put stitches and rubber cust all over there lips/

only 17 and still puffing purple/dam..how u not gonna respect the own nigga u speak with and that birth you../durag fitted assault rifle,s blowing out your doors/come in go to your weed stash and clap up the whore/

down in bx niggas want paper and bricks and see there car rime big as sea stretch/plus get brains while watchin 106&park while the fixing the end of there weed dent/

come to my hood and expect 40 clips running to your crew/yea im nice, M-nice who killed who and stabb who/

niggas wanna know how i kill kats and throw away te heater/cuz trust have u with thread on your arms more then cousin skeeter/

glass of water good enough to blow the smoke stuck in your throat/niggas like me leave o.g,s dead face down bleeding while there fishin in there boat//...muda fuckaz