yo there aint much to gain when fame re-main in ya face
cammra's, groupie's kids rocking tee's with ya name N place
it aint noting to start nameing names, but why big-up someone lame
play'in someone game, but i never change my route like da street with 1 lane
learn to be glad i aint start picking at ya brains scrapp'in ya cell's
but u probley that fag that dress as a drag for jail
claiming to get open, after i shoved a whole bar soap in ya ass
selling that grase that get's the feen wanting to dig in my yard
toss'in ya body in the freeza then use it for a punching bag.. the only way u'll see me "rock'in-ice"
ploting on da price of life but it seem so inexpensive, when u cop'in-knife's
wanting to battle someone good , why? when u not as nice
i'll cut the lips off ya mouth N staple it to ya ass
why look back when im the teacher in this class
there aint no-one that can hold me no matter how big ya body mass
cuz when the shotty blast, it'll be another thug carryed out in a body-bag
yo, i'll keep squeez'in till the shells melt so i can tatoo my trade mark
said u been saved, only to servive N see Opitmized ingraved by ya heart
i should of lay low cuz my spit hot like volcano
u dont want me to hit the main vain till u drain-so
cuz ya philthy flow clogg'in the tread, N i'll remove ya like liqued draino
incyan so?, u more easy to handle then a game made by play-do
im not the simple task that get handed to u "daily"like "news"
im the nigga smokin o'z N drinking henny on cruse
bring me plenty of battlers but all seem to lose
shots in the head should help fire that idea
admier my gear, cuz when i spit fire in ear.. it'll leave u burnt out like mustang tiers on the reer
im feen to expire ya whole career,
so when i say u got a "smash hit" it was started by u'r "car-reer"


nigga what!!!

keep it gangsta nigga!!