It be the cars,clothes,hoes- suppose they really had money rolls- and cars wit the last name rolls- now they looking up- them looking up be the youth-to young and dumb- never knew where they come from, them po ones-societal pitfall the name of the game-used to get hanged by chains- now cats dyin for chains-me, I just rip to get the stress my chest- and when that swisha get rolled betta know im chiefin da best-aint no killa- but I'll rip that ass to pieces-ill cat wit a game slicka tha grease is-Lord Jesus, why these cats don't realize- when this pen meet sheet-I eat niggas discreetly-don't believe come meet me- bring any footsoldier you thank colder-I'll freeze his ass til the war is over-have niggas in ya crew straight crossin over- plain and simple I drop bombs-you got less chance than bush gave saddaam.