I got 600 different ways for you to die...
come at me crooked an you catch blood in ya eyes...
see ill smoke a blunt an flick the roach in ya face...
and you know im not playn by that gun in my waist...
so make no mistake soon ill be takin ya place..
by strong armin the industry...
if you dont like it stand in line or take a seat..
cuz my styles more twisted than H.I.V
where im from you gotta watch ova ya shoulda...
cuz another soldier slinging boulders is lyble to foldya..
i got that heat in my holster ready to toast ya..
and i got bitches that haul more ass then 2 testarosas..
i told ya dont even try to fuck wit this....
cuz i got a .40 cal and im holdin x-tra clips....
plus a whole city of killas to ride for me...
die for me... if it had to come to that ...
im holdin twin macs... while they grippin on tech-9s..
so let my name out ya mouth and youll be ridin the flat line..
and if you think im playn come and step to me...
and that goes out to all yall bitches in this industry...
talkin bout jay-z banks buck fifty n mase...
lets see how fast these bitches pray wit a gun in they face...
im takin it to the top... way faster than pac...
and i aint never gone stop even if my ass gets popped...
or i end up like c- murda and my ass gets locked...
or like joe budden on the fuckin corner smokin the rock..
livin on the move and smokin non-stop...
some of that blueberry ...
or some of that shit... that tastes like gumdrops...
now watfch my 2 guns pop...
and have every thug in ya hood sayn who got shot...
fuck Dmx lloyd banks and the whole state prop...
im takin ludacris's place at the # 1 spot...
im a be the death of this so called industry...
so all these muthafuckas betta watch out for me...
cuz B.L.C aint playn around...
every soldier gotta 4 pound stashed..
under the dash in the stash box...
livin life droppin stacks into crackrock....
then fliipin that shit into double the stacks hard...
now how the fuck you wanna try to take me back...
cuz its like a reynolds when i fuckin get you wrapped...
if i catch you playn games then im lyble to rush ya..
shoot you n ill let it burn like i thought you was usher...
killin this track like a rabid pitbull on the attack...
an if i get shot for this rap trust im shootin shit back..
cuz i aint on no bitch shit like the inc...
irving give ya name back cuz you aint no gotti...
neva shot no body neva stashed no bodies...
so if i see you up in rikers you gone' be my block hottie...
spittin shit like a kamikazi mafia set...
i catch you disrespectin my team ill put a hole in ya neck...
ya fuckin wit B.L.C an we the best of the best...
talkin bout crime spree trouble shizz b auto rizz n young p...
nigga we aint fuckin around...
gonna have to turn the diplomats upside down...
then go to southside queens n shit on supreme...
cuz you aint in the hood fifty what you livins a dream..
i know i wont find you there so ill wait to ya sleep..
kill you then go to nas's crib an fuck the shit out kelis..
im 19 an i dont need ID...
in the club pourin out bottles of hennesy..
for all the ones i deceased ...while spittin this rhyme....
now that ya all gone well i guess its my time.....................................