I wuz gone now im bac did u miss me? // i thought i told u 2 look both wayz b4 u cross tha SplitP // shoot u up so bad u cant even stand // after tha shellz hit ur stomach itz gunna look like tha ringz that hold tha six pack canz // i aint scared u aint even see me jitter // im juss gunna pull tha trigger // and ice tha shyt owt u like t.v dinerz // yall aint tappin that so u best find a hooker // u think itz sweet but itz not like low fat sugar // juss bcuz im not feelin u it doeznt mean ima hater// im not feelin u bcuz im number than orgasm fakerz //but now im owta anastasia// and i sense an upcomin turn of tha tablez // but when i return i hope it burnz when i flame u // if our album drop in march u better hope that tha world iz still turnin in april //ill hav u high az shyt like sniffed paint thinner // tha shellz'll make ur stomach hang owt like after u got finished eatin thankzgivin dinner //u dont want me 2 aim and shoot wit tha twenty-three // bcuz ur juss gunna b a head wit no eyez like on tv when they try 2 protect ur identity //