Originally Posted by kid~ca$

chorus-
im bakk lIke cooked coke,witHout a red bAndana.......
chefin wit arm and hammer,jusT as bad as santana......(yeah!!)
no time for slackin...im blastEd tha mac'n',
got tha block movin like figures with action.....(haha)

verse 1:

bullets pierce flesh leave family mourniN for tha next ten years....
If ya family got beef,then ill leave em cryin with blood tearz.....
doGG i ...cop tha blockz,then i tranzform em to rockz.....
bullEts R popped...dealerS shot if u Aint holdiN a glock.....
runnin from copz....so u Dont end up in a room locked......
then your mother will be Shocked...when yo life is stoPped...
only worrIe about me and tha fiendz that i supply......
i either deCide to..get em high....or leave there pityful drug itch dry....
but no matter wut im like an infected cut...,never dry up.. keep feedin em Stuff