when u hear da name bleek u kno its that S.W.A.T./ whos da best bleek,Jae,Azzociate,and pac/i spit fire u'll think its about 100 degrees/ my slugz will stick to u like a cancerous desease/nigga u can get on deeze/ and retire from da game/nigga we all know that ure ryhmes are wack like nintendo games/and i suggest that u run when i show up on ya block/ cuz ima leave ya ass dead in a body bag hard as a rock/im sick wit it nigga cant u see/man i'll freeze up yo block like christmas eve/and i'm da son of tha one that'll make u burn in hell/ nigga i got that fire/I'm da name in da streets that tha crack heads yell/cuz im ready ta make moves and stop acting like a gemnists/and nigga i'll run up on u and rob u for yo intrest/and when i speak i speak tha truth/nigga jus quit cuz one of my ryhmes might jus chip yo tooth!