yo you on some sick shit but u'll get cha head split
you a computer thug speakin rhymes ya writ
got the nine at ya head but you wanna break bread(end beef)
praying that i dont let the AK start sprayin
yo soul ill be the only one layin
my bullets cave in yo chest like you was in a cave in
my bullets swarm past you like a 100 bees travlin
the only three holes around is the ones ya moms got
I fly south to get away from the cops and I took over yo block when yo ass got popped
U chase more niggaz then a faggot wit hoes(girls)