*i Went From My Motha Stomach,past The Church Straight For The Street
-from Baby Bottles,past Pens And Pencils Straight For The Heat
-i Was Born A Gas Tank With A Leak,strike A Match And We See
-fires Ignite That'll Scortch Ya' Life
*best Believe Them Gangsta's Taught Me Right
-never Trust,whether They Friends Or Foes,they.. All Alike
-ain't No Loyalty In These Streets,fuck All That "we Boys","we Tight"
-nicca's Is Just Like Bush Once You Oil The Price
*they Turn White Like Collin Powells And Congalingus Rice
-they Told Me It's A Lot Of Haters Keep Em' All In Sight
-they Even Said Don't Put Ya' Rhymes Online Cause Even Them Ballers Bite
-it's Alright I Shake The Game And Make It Bubble Like Sprite
*and Watch Out Hoes Who Only Want Clothes And Doe
-see You Sittin' On Dubs Now They Wants To Role
-they Say I Probably Know The Broads From Long Ago
-same Pelican Bitch I Know From High School.