my artillery heavier this year-with clips of 30
i leave thugs remember'd like M&N throwback jerseys
talk shit den u best b packin ur heat
cuzz i stay strapped like some of dem child safety seats
dont get it twisted im still ill and will pop ur biscuit
put an eagle to ur face and tell u stick ur tounge out and lick it
theres always a question i ask niggas when i rob em
how u gonna explain 2 da feds ur lil problem
say to ur momma-"i just got jumped by some thugs"
what u gon tell da feds- i stuck u for ur money and ur drugs