ur crew get so many punches in a fight/ when fightin' gotta b like gimme the light/ and yes u gettin a lot, cuz i'm not Mr. Nice/dog i got lot niggaz like it was a pound of rice/wanna a round wit me, make it twice/for win i even gotta shake the dice/but, dont blame the game/blame ur name/cuz is a fuckin shame/the only way u can b numba 1 makin magic like David Blaine/now pass me the gun/nigga b proud cuz u said u won/but rememba when i die they will b no numba 1/when u see the platinum plat 9, nigga run/is kid wit new style/people not liking me, cuz they say i got to bring it wild/but why?, niggaz wanna ryde or dye/ur first song gon b so commercial like bonnie & Clyde/call 911 cuz this shit is burnin a lot/fake rappers that they even not ready to die/that dont get bitches that are ready to ride/