i once knew a kid who tryed to shoot me wit 123 post/now nigga be seeing
''13 gosts''/now nigga be fried like some french toast/it's from coast to
coast dat i pop da most flows out da cronicol's/wit logical reasons/
i aint bout to sign a truse or even/begin to start beleavin yo mouth
is keepin da rest of us from breathin/test this bitch got for unda da
truck n one fo this punk lyrical mic/he bout to get lyricaly stabed in his eye/
bitches dont cry then yell n scream dats why ima choke da bitch till he turn
puke green/n watch me flip righ back wit those ''black cats'' that match dat/
he keep hopin n prayin but hold up i keep loadin n sprayin/my words jus move
crowds yo words cause madd cow/n da west nile virus/it's gonna be silent
wen i bust shots threw yo air vent/sticky is how it comes one ton two ton/
flip black guns/so clap back if ya mus ~1~