a yo i load clips up,45 niggaz up/kick doors in muzzle aimed at ya gut/ride that raw shyt ,coke wit no cut/sip henny,blow dro,rolled in a dutch/move out,quick to spit hollowtips in ya face/when im outta state, i pack the chrome thirty eight/stickin up white bulls,kill for the weight/nine o's or bigga,put holes in niggaz/i'm a dirty movafucca and i'm dieing to eat/that why i stay firing heat,put guys to sleep/tell me this dawg,what u know about riding?/coming close to death,what u you know about dieing?/switching up whips,what you know about driving?/in the trunk tied up wiggling and crying/DIRTY YOUNG BULL,#1 draft pick/i come long ways from getting my ass kicked/now i pack heaters and go on route/load slugs in them clips and throw em out/run up on a nigga strip and show em something/come up,call my mans and throw em something/i'm far from fake we can go toe-to-toe/four-to-four,brick hunt door-to-door/i see yall dudes when yall write about ya five and ya six/turn bitch when i pull out the 45 and let it spit/i'm going straight to the top dawg,something gotta give/and if you on my way,say good-bye to ya kids/fucc explaining myself,i speak wit the hammer/all black 40 to match the bandana/peeps dont love me,they say im tasting death/so i do less talking and save my breath/3kids ,2boys and a blazing tech/and i try to raize em right so they can live better/all means necessary,get this cheddar/leave niggaz tryinta hold they stomach together/nieghbors like "i think he had something under his leather"/see no evil,speak no evil/and i dont say nothing nice,so i dont speak to people/hard face,shyt south bronxa hard place/i shoot up blocks on feet fuck a car chase/ G.S. Gunz and Stakks ni66a