Hook.
-i'm Makin' Moves Towards A Better Me
-as Life Long Enemies Plot And Plan To See The End Of Me
-they Envy Me Cause I'm The Grade A Pedigree
-o'~ Riginal Don They Got They Visuals On
-my Own Nicca's Is Hatin'_pray To God I Don't Make It
-the Dah Vision Is On So I'm Shittin In Songs.

Verse One:
-i Never Figured Them Nicca's Would Have Drama With Me
-it's A Common Disease Haters Tryin To Ride On Me
-its Like Double O Seven Gunfights Hide And Seek
-hot Barrells To Grills Burn A Fukin Hole Through Ya Cheek
-thats How It Happens When This Prop Nicca Creep From Off My
-block To Sweepin Ya Streets It's Peachy And Sweet
-these Niccas Is Sleep The First Shot Milked The Shit Out Ya Chief
-cause In This Game Of Life Dog I'm Playin' For Keeps

Verse Two:
-it's Nothin' New To Me I've Been Hated All Of My Life
-stay Cool Calm And Collect Never The Fraudulant Type
-cats Talk The Talk,i Walk The Talk
-to Your Doors And Spark Little Nicca Reppin New York
-i'm Ready And Deadly With Mashedies To Bury
-any And Every Adversary Makin Me Leery
-with Reason Worry If Its Neccessary Leave Haters
-in Cemetaries Tied Up,cappilaries Dried Up While Im Gettin Fired Up