Catch me in the streets, wit out no heat you better blast ...
cuz if I catch you in traffic I'm dumpin' slugs at yo ass ...
there ain't no stoppin' I'm poppin' til I release the 16 ...
keep one in the chamber, pop in another clip and release ...
the murder scene is trauma cuz I done handled the drama ...
now I'm off to dump this strap off at my mama's ...
and I'm constantly puttin' it down for the side where it's at ...
it's the land of big ballers in stillar hats we stay heated ...
so make like Michael Jackson mutha fucka juss beat it ...
repeat it once again to let you niggas know I mean it ...
I didn't think Handz was fuckin' wit the wack ...
and he know it's like that on the Eastside where we bang at ...
walk up on you wit this uzi, I swear juss like a movie ...
only one of ya'll homies done did somethin' to me ...
fuckin' wit me, rollin' up the bomb, bomb weed ...
dippin' in somethin classic from the early 60's ...
straight G's Eastside this we ride this ...
take it for what it is, I'm Not To Be Fucked Wit. ...

**Drops MIC on the floor An Laughs at Hands of bitch**