When people talk about the heat it's just so typical/ tryna talk gangster when they not that lyrical/ yall niggaz ain't ready for the shit that i spit/ i'm lookin' at yall pussies like a fuckin' gonocologist/ shit, now who wanna start it wit' smirf/ cuz once i hit the track then i put in the work/ and niggaz know that i carry the mack/ and i'm like a plumber cuz when i come around i come wit the crack/ and ain't no nigga gonna ever battle me and win/ niggaz know that shit's annoying like the fuckin' Ying Yang Twins/ Cuz smirf be the only one wit that gramar/ give it up cuz i got that shit homey like a pamper/ But this ain't something i wrote already it's off the top of my dome/ niggaz talkin' slik must not know that i stay wit the chrome/and my bullets they rome/ and your girl gave me dome/ niggaz know me for having keys like a janitor holmes/cuz young smirf give the nigga his props/ cuz i got nines in my bag and i be concealing some rocks/ and some of these niggaz they just so fake/ keep fuckin' wit me it'll be a red dot on your face/ yeah niggaz yall some fuckin' losers/ and my bullets nightmares they pierce through your skin like Freddy crougar/ give me the chrome ill take the mack/ i don't care what i got as long as i'm layin' them cowards on their back/ shit yeah nigga i can talk about guns/ I'm so gangster you wouldn't be hard if you took viagra son/ so go and run for shelter/ and try to start a crew just so somebody can help ya/ when they see smirf hoes be pushin' and shovin'/ and the only heat you been around is the one in your oven/ so don't think that smirf can't rap/ Cuz i'm like bad boy i'll beat you down wit a baseball bat.... nigga