Riskin ya life behind enemy lines//
Is suicide if dumb enough to be comin thru mine//
Never walkin thru my jets u better come in yo ride//
And roll yo tints all da way up, recline try to hide//
Cuz i'm online wit a tribe of head hunters//
Some from da fed runners//
So put ya hands down cuz they pop da lead burners//
But me i'm da nice guy, the type dat like to fight why?//
Gorilla war hype, i come creepin and u go night night//
Wit no night light, man da big sleep//
Lets see how tall u standin now reduced to six deep//
Yo dough and kicks keep cuz i'm too crispy clean//
From a seed nigga born and raised in the 4-15//(four fifteen)
It aint a thing to do a nigga flee da crime scene//
Them go hustle wit da homies, smokin trees, sippin heem//
Slangin d to da feens and the trees to da g's//
1-8-7 make u lean if u blockin off my green//
dat was a lil sum sumthin from body count aka yung moezis: yung mc, burnin trees, partin KNEES...bussin cherries havin em leak da red sea yadidamean
