yo u wanna b a real thug? u wanna bust real slugs?
man u neva b pullin a real gun? every time u s one, u run//
have u eva done a drive by? or do a real crime? shit feel dis//
u can suck on my 9, while i place my second in yo eye//
man i'll bust tha lead, leave ya dead, lay ya ta rest, here hace a late present, a bullet proof vest//
i know every nite u layed in ur twin sized bed, u wished u had a twin so u cud get sum head//
look u neva beat me, u can only cheat against me, 'to sieze tha moment'//
i'll make u a permanent patient at a hospital, a permanent amusement furnishment in a hostile//
b blown up by a missle, fuck wit kenoras, and get ur mind flourished by my pistol//
i'll put tha metal to tha pedal, and drive as if i was in fast and tha furious//
look bustin, and goin delerious, u standin there curious y i am goin furious//

ahhhh not that great, holla