<center>you be the blood i be the crip,/
bullet holes in ya face -homicide in your fuckin crib.//

you talk to much shit -time to put an end to it,/
bust ya voice box ya family watches as paramedics have ya body zipped.//

i throw lyrics like fireballs,/
victim = blood 4 life pierce his torso.//

you slang lifes a bitch so you gonna pop your self o in ya asshole,/
plese dont -ill leave my phone number call me when you become suicidal.//

ill do the job quick with pride,/
piss on your tombstone - and run away with ya wife.//

down and out</center>