Intro:
Who am I?
Yo worst nightmare, leavin no time to prepare,
Who am I?
I’m still-a killa, part time deala (dealer)…

Verse 1:
Back in 88 there was a young g born,
In the heart a DK in BD, stayin clean, no beef from the PD,
But now a days that all seems like paradise, who else stickin up to cunts twice his size,
You ask how, it’s called bein street wise, now I realize,
All that I had is lost, everything in life got its very own cost,
Everything has its own fee, aint nuthin in this world free,
Times change, so all gotta niggaz rearrange,
No one stay the same,
Shit neva similar (Simi-la), niggaz still killin and then billin ya,
What you got that I aint cop, what you drop that been hot,
You say you a renegade, but you only work yo 9 to 5 until yo rent-is-paid,
Now I rap like a gangsta, no thanks-ta,
Nun a yaw, you dun want me to dum-dum yo car,
Less talk and mo ack-shun (action), hittin with knockouts like ty-son,
You aint gunna make it if you continue to lie-son,
And if you gunna do that don’t try-son.

Chorus:
Who am I?
Yo worst nightmare, leavin no time to prepare,
Who am I?
I’m still-a killa, part time deal-a (dealer),
Who am I?
Aint no one real-a (realer) or illa,
Who am I?
Still murderin and leavin places with no traces,
Who am I nigga, just answered yo question.

Verse 2:
Comin at ya harder then the weatha (weather), nun mo important to me then my chedda,
You niggaz bitch like hoes, you niggaz snitch like po’s (police),
Homie… you do that shit and you definitely one a my foe’s,
The fuck you gunna do when I throw some bows,
I aint need no theftin, cuse I dun bout the sto’s (stores),
You got 10 seconds to decide, yo only option left is suicide,
Only Crips ride on the Q-L side, we takin ova so the po’s betta learn to abide,
Bloods already getting ready to run and hide, feds tryin to convict me fo 186s n 2-1-1’s,
Got niggaz in suits taxin my funds,
Some people too busy catchin my vapors, that’s cool as long as you far from my papers,
Until the heat off I gotta be down low, stupid thugs gettin booked by po-po,
Despite all the fame and fortune,
I be still makin dollas from dealin impalas,
Still smoking indo in them low-low, still payin my respect to the Nino,
Bloods betta learn to control they niggaz,
Before we get up & roll they niggaz.

Chorus: (x2)
Who am I?
Yo worst nightmare, leavin no time to prepare,
Who am I?
I’m still-a killa, part time deal-a (dealer),
Who am I?
Aint no one real-a (realer) or illa,
Who am I?
Still murderin and leavin places with no traces,
Who am I nigga, just answered yo question.

Verse 3:
Who am I, nagga you aint deserve the answer, killa like cancer,
Ridin low at the Cin 5 n Birch 1-2, who am I, wilding at the Sun P-L,
Who am I, nigga cant you tell,
I be that nigga Trill, neva lackin skill,
No diss to West Connect or Cyp but I’m the king a the Hill,
Bloods startin to back down whats the deal, them bustas neva kept it real,
This Queens shit but not from N-Y, trill always rep the S-S-C,
Where crips the one’s with chips,
Bloods doin buck 50’s, 2-4/7 them bitches actin shifty,
I’m here to stand my ground, only God could shift-me,
Who am I, the nigga with the killa flow, Who am I, the nigga with the unlimited dough,
Reppin BD till the end a this shit, reppin DK until I get hit,
Now I know that the only thing rightful, is to take that boy out wit my rifle,
Oh that nigga ruthless, crips gunna leave em blood stained and toothless.
Chorus: (x2)
Who am I?
Yo worst nightmare, leavin no time to prepare,
Who am I?
I’m still-a killa, part time deal-a (dealer),
Who am I?
Aint no one real-a (realer) or illa,
Who am I?
Still murderin and leavin places with no traces,
Who am I nigga, just answered yo question.