low income cuz ya gyrl dotn no how ta work tha corna//
me an weezy's block is hot .. urs is just outta order//
annialition from tha bullets hitten u in ya cranium//
retna malfunction, putten lots of strian-on-ya//
tricked u like u a kid and i'm homey tha clown//
b*tch homie dont play that bow tha f*k down//
sleep nigga sleep and keep ya mouth shut//
cry moms cry cuz ya baby boi a lil cunt//
6 feet shorter, new world order, respect me like i'm ya pops and u my freakin daughter//
no a-k's no 47 hitten church every sunday but still tryin ta judge if ya neighbor goin ta heaven//
thinken twice means u though 1 to many times//
matta fact dont eva think u aint got 9 lives//
man u cant wast time tryin to contenplate tha realazation of what my flows seem to commemorate//
ebonical masta mind make u wanna go home and masterbate//
get tha lotion, lock tha motion, it only gets betta in tha cypher so just wait//