this splyt spittin flames like satin,debatin like the juries thinkin bout what 2 do wit my worries,I burries ur fake ass when u gettin paid,or bein jelous cuz I'm gettin laid,but when dat happens my bullets raid ur intestines and give u integestine,Its west coast,I don't brag about shit I just boast,so heres a toast to when the bullet hits ur brain and aint nuttin on the ground but a blood stain,this mothafucca tryin 2 act like shit that he not but the truth is I think he's been suckin 2 much cock on every hour of the clock so I put his bitch-ass on block,u know who u r grim I'm gonna kill yo ass after i finish this bottle of gin, but I'm done so if u don't want peace u can take a shot from the peice of my gun,and I'm gettin da cash so I dont even need da ass from da ugly hoes,and I aint afraid of ur boyfriends cuz I'm throwin bowz, but I make the hot bitchez wanna drop their clothes and put the curl in their toes