im gonna crash tha club, break tha law, throw sum chairs, crack ur jaw, if its killin season then aint no reason aint no need to stall.......
im tha one put here to absorbe all this energy and pain........
non stop pop from tha top of the clip and ya glock i still dont feel ya main,
cause of dat, crown and coke, an hour a fuckin a pound of dro,
im must confess i aint bout shyt, but if u think to cross me bych,
ull end up stankin walk tha plank an empty out yo pockets bych,
break tha law, break yo leg, crash the club and crack yo neck,
with these issues that im facin dayly i shood tote a tech, get respect thas no option, all tha hatas feel retoxin, walk right the crowd and pistols get to flossin


read that shyt kinda fast so it makes sense