aight dawg, get it...

You can jump on this track with baggage get sent to the cargo/
have ya casket cut today and yo obituary printed tomarrow/
hit the front plate strong and watch ya jaw slide/
fuck ya name I doesnt carry shit smaller than a four-five/
to bad cousin I keep a gun in the ford/
I'll put you inbetween Pac and BIG, right next to Pun in the floor/
cut ya eye 9,... "Im fuckin wit yall"/
and snatch the band-aid off Nellys cheek and cover the sore/
I aint even full trottle on this boy and a nigga boastin like Jay/
4real sometimes I feel like Im more focused than Jay/
put the toast to ya face you can get carried by six/
divided by 16, plus one if you vary the clip/
subract 2 lungs and multiply the rest of it/
and I guarentee any problem with me the results will be negative/