I spit balls of flame but I’m not drag-on,
Run up in the coke spot have you tell your boss the cash is gone,
While I’m sitting on a caddy with twenty four inch rims getting my laugh on,
I’m not a fronter if I pull out I’m getting my blast on,
You better run and hide or your ass gone,
I got bullets that go through brick walls loaded in my forty four magnums,
The only time you let off is if you hear lights camera action,
Keep acting so I can give a clip,
Guns that tote if they come across head your shit slip,
Can't put me in a booth I'm to hot,
Burn the tacks like wax you would think my teeth rot,
I smoke pot but if you think you defeating you must smoke rocks,
Keep the hawk on me because last week I got pick up by the boys with my glock,
I don't think ya can handle my last bars,
Like when I came to your block in German cars,
I got your girl looking at me like I'm a star,
She got her head up, (get it) I told her keep head down until you finish and then pick head up,
Ya niggas is dead fuck finally the rap king has got his throne,
Ready to ride like pac ready to die like biggie with my vest and chrome,
Niggas see me coming they walk away and leave me alone,
I just wish ya niggas girls would leave me alone,
I fucked once and all of them wanted me to bone,
Just because they say I lay dick good have ready to scream and moan,
Now you know why your don’t want to fuck when you come home,
I don't even want to spit any more ya can not fuck with me one