it's gasta time nigga u c walkin on a thin line/n im bout to cross it then
hall off n dump yo body n my closet/it's locked bitch/no lockpick jus gonna
slap ya off this map wit two pairs of matchin gats/''ya like that''/let me show ya some new weapons n why u need to keep from steppin into da wrong hood
cause where im from c walkin n b walkin wont do ya no good/get it dis aint hollywood were we all look alike i know nigga's dat take lifes wit mic/3 in the source my homey jus scored/im bout to drop anotha cut like a sword/
leave gash marks on yo arm like a broken car wit no arlarm/take chances
nigga im doin gansta dances but no crip walkin jus thug hopin bouncin to
da beat/3 degress got bitches weak at the knees/hope like oh no here they come/choppin down trees nigga eat these ~1~