yo, i ride thru tha block twistin trees, then head 2 Mickey D's//
cause i jus got tha munchies, touch me i pump 3//
and tha bullet go thru 2 ur dome drop u off home//
and leave u on tha front porch bleedin on stone//
i got bad bitches, plus i pull a trick evryday//
wifey at home, yung chick suckin dick on tha way//
to my house, and while im at it i jus skeet in her mouth//
she say holla at me later i say, "bitch that i doubt"//
who else u know wit criminal lyrics that be religious like biblical spirits//
oh how i wish u could hear it, might have 2 miracle ear it//
niggaz breathe heavy when tha gun in their face//
son by their waist yellin "DADDY, DADDY, DADDY"//
got fiends on tha corner yellin "ANTI 4 THA BAGGY"//
and im too smooth wit this shit so tha jakes will neva tag me//
check, i hold it down, love 4 tha Boggie down//
every nite u hear sounds, cops or shots from a glock//
that go pop and a nigga body get hot//
evry otha a nigga body get dropped//
whether 4 jewels or money, goddamn that shit aint funny//
used to be bummy but still Take got honeys//
9 years old, hide and go fuck and got head o' plenty//
im so nice i shud charge jus 2 rhyme//
50 dollars 4 my name, and charge about a hundred a line//
check my in-state, credit is in date, i sling weight//
got enuff of it so i can go out and spend cake//
i hold twin eights plus get in late, my pen aches//
cause i stay behind more barz than a muthafuckin inmate// PEACE