My ‘Will’ is to leave you dead by a ‘Smith’ n Wesson
Murder your kids before they even hear about adolescence
P.H.D in drug dealing got more keys than a piano lesson
So many beefs I could open up a delicatessen
Rock cassette decks like the titanic I cause wreck
Break your neck the only paper you’re getting is a disability check
I’m the ‘Boss’ like ‘Hugo’ got more Gucci than baby talk
Fuck the Crip walk I’ll Guji walk around your outline in chalk
I got more ‘stylez’ than a million copies of d-block
Got two 22.’S you’d think both my hands was pointing at 10 o’clock
Got a twin, we roll together but we ain’t Siamese
He comes out to play every time when I squeeze
Then when the cops come posse out we ‘leave’ like trees
Leavin niggaz with more holes than a golf course on Swiss cheese
Selling more cannabis than ‘rip the jackers’ label
You’re waking up to find more horses heads in your bed than a stable
Mafia certified, I carry more metal pieces than a periodic table
Got more connections (konexions) than Freddie Foxxx
To call thugs I make more calls than a phone box
Fuck with me n like a musical I’ll orchestra your death
Not a bisexual, but I’ll give you the kiss of death
At a restaurant table throw a crab through your brain
Give you a Food for thought n like I window give you pain (pane)
The restaurant feeling like million girls on periods with all the blood stains