cypher u can't walkdown the street wivout people sniggering in ya ear/
u cruisin along at ya own pace which in a car is the equivelent of bein in 1st gear/
u ain't got nothin new u transparent n i can see rite through ya ass/
these lyrics crushin u like a hammer crush glass/
u neva were gud at sayin no n u've neva passed on grass/
but bitch now u pickin up soap in prison showers so u beta watch your ass/
u got a crush on arnold or somethin that y u got a quote/
u a gay bitch whos after men but hey wot eva floats ya boat/
yo just remember where eva u r dawg on the street or lyin in bed/
keep ya eyes pealed 4 any bullets that be flyin at ya head/
u ain't 50 cent n u ain't a cat wiv 9 lives so you'll die from 1 shot/
then wen u dead i'll crimate u n place ya ashes in fuckin beer pot/
oh yeh by the way is ya mum still workin the streets/
tell her that shes about as gud in bed as u r at makin tight beats/
she says that she regrets avin u n that u were a mistake/
so i sed i'd help her out by lockin u in a box n throwin u in a lake/
u beta giv this up n send off an application 2 the mcdonalds in town/
nigga i sed u were cruisin well guess wot u just broke down/
now turn off ya monitor cos after this u'll be lukin a little wiery/
u can talk but u can't walk n thats a proven theory!