A lethal weapon is what I'm considered to be
Because I'll merk you, leave you lyin dead in the street
C'mon You cant see and neither can ya boys
Destroy you bitches like some fuckin androids
Either you back down, or clapped down
Fool I aint playin, you see ya boys hit the ground
Gimmie a beat and I'll assassinate you lyrically
Half and hour you and ya mans wanna spit wit me
I can gih you six million ways to leave earth
Just choose one, and me and my mans'll show what its worth
Kindly ask you outta ya ride
Last niggih I asked got miss placed outside
More than three dozen killahz on the creep
No tims or fitted hats just army fatigue
Oh my god, i wanna go on, but I'll save the rest, so holla so long.