gasoline to ya death depress every nigga on this stress
im bout to put bullets threw ya breath phat bounce threw
with the mess you take viagra for your neck the struggling
and pain ill still kick you outta the game check it im in the picture money and fame i aint doing punch lines cause im
leaning back to a break i finshed off that nigga quake
and now im bout to crk ya skull toward my block
ill b like jay z its a hard knoc life understand im taking ur wife
im a backstabber im holdin the knife now im leaving i hope you know were u stand at u beneath my level i rised frm hell im da devil summon the evil im unberleverble ive left this battle without spittin u need 2 go home and think your shit agin it needs 2 b writtin