do not hate , best to pray , cause i leave fuckin casualties/
on a mission , better listen , fuck tha law and your family/
nina ross , thats my boss , im about to raid your home/
on some gang shit , taking plane trips , grabbin then baggin your bones/
toasting nines , fuck your rhymes , your a bitch from head to toe/
kick in the door , this is gore , watch these nina ross's go/
triggers bust , in guns i trust , my only light is from a candle stick/
knife to throat , there is no hope , twisting tha head off til it just rips/
watch it squirt , body jerks , should i call an am bu lance/
cold as ice , nothing nice , so i grabbed a garbage bag/
i spit it raw , with killa thoughts , your goin underwater/
in tha ocean , no slow motion , you never were a baller/