Wit out a beat I spit flames that cause a massive heat wave-
Fuck a 3rd degree you get creamated, and ya rep. a deep grave-
I over come obstacles like Jay Z first apperance in the industry-
Yall been slept on me homie & I'm one of the bettah str8 from the street-
Where I pull the chrome metal piece from undah my fleece-
Cause bitches and snitches is lurking around the block and is flooded wit police=
I'm selling for least to bring in all kinda clientell-
On the block or the corner where I'm at you wont sell-
So fuck it, give it up, what the hell=
Are you trying to blaze me for-
when I hold the detnator to yo door, that is blocked wit c4-
You a dumb ass niggih but not anymore=
Ya stakes is gone, ya plans is gone-
And you cant leave nah cause ya plates is wrong-
Nah shut the fuck up next time and just let me use the phone-
You pop bitch, talk shit, get hit, real quick, wit a mack to the dome.
Yo I'm just freestylin niggih, leave me alone.