I score a hundred in one game like I was Wilt Chamberlin
Sever ya neck and leave ya head danglin
Stranglin and wranglin da game till I get my change
Who gives a fuck what yall think, Im not lookin fo fame
Make bitch niggaz yell out lord have mercy
While I clinch my duece duece, and you scream pleez dont burst me
Fa Green Im hungry and thirsty
My hearts full of animosity, no man walkin this earth can stop me
Cops say Im unarrestable, Got so much hate tha preacher say Im unblessable
In a matter of seconds I can turn friend to foe, Good Gurl to hoe
Make a bitch say yes to anything that would normally say no
Im not tha greatest, but sooner or later I will be
My flows contain words thats filthy
Im like a rich white man on trial...not guilty
Tote a twenty two, cuz Im my own body guard
Bury you alive in you backyard, while you scream oh my god
Got gun connections wit Bin Laden and tha Taliban
Got ya Bitch and ya kid tied up in a green minivan
Man. I want ranson, move quick through tha night
My alias is tha ghetto phantom
I spit mad shit, so call me a mean potty mouth
Bust shell rounds at ya house know you know what Im bout
Im bout my paper like a printin press
All I need is a sweet, a pen, and a ghetto princess.