ayo i'm in tha club packing tha ill skillz i'm so slick and nice that i pack that heat when i make killz/i'm out in tha street's killin' people and ain't gettin' no sleep u call me tha sun tha way i pack that heat after this cypha u probably goin' to steal my barz and cheat i got weed stashes like it was a page of doggy treats/ayo i be J-Spitta when u hear tha name u know i got a a deal u not even on my level but u tryin' to get a meal when i pulled out tha glock i had yo ass a girl cuz u were standin' on high heals/i been in tha game spittin' but i'm like Tupac cuz there still ain't been no ''Changes'' i spit so critical that i'll leave your ass brain less/ayo i'm hear with a mic in my hand u tryin' to spit a hot bar but u just don't understand i be J-Spitta makin' an 100 grand/me and u are different i ain't splittin' no big cake i work by myself this ain't no ''Double Take'' i be spittin' hard shit that will leave your back with an ache/ayo my gat will leave yo ass with so many fears u a lil bitch cuz u ''Shed So Many Tears'' yo if i die i'm goin' to be re-born cuz my flow's so nice that they look like they were written in manuscript form/ayo i blast all the haters what i keep on my feet are the light blue gators 'm blastin' all my enemies for free so don't call it a favor/ayo i come to your hood and put your block on lockdown bustin' on all you cat's so all you hear is a bullet bustin' sound call me a pitchers mound cuz tha way i pitch off tha crack walkin' down your hood with a bulletproof hat i spit so dirty that tha feds got my phone on tap leavin' your body fill with holes from my gat