I got that...spit venom shit, that wrinkle up ur denim shit
fuck this nigga, he a ho I run up in em' quick
turn em' into a statue, lead tatoos, and I stay
24 niggaz deep and bring niggaz 2 bad news
like the METRO section, I spit Petro like gas nozzles
banf on my things nigga... u the last model
I spit flames... beat niggaz like Rick James, forget aim, cause like posi-traction I grip thangs
and its hard 2 fold & it'll make ya body hard & cold I sweat so much, I'm so HOT I'm hard 2 hold
And I'll tell u somethin else fool..."suspicion 4 life"
have u comin home from work late "missing ur wife"
...and ur kids and ur cribs tore up, I leave ur ribs tore up
nothin else better I do than leave em stuck
tell u I'm a meat eatin, skin collecta, beam connecta
wit some niggaz that'll cut ur neck'n leave u dead in ur Lexus
No close cause I fried this nigga like they do out in Texas