Yall suckas goin flat line if you thinkin like me
Yall sweet I'm so hard I summer slammed the beef
goin harder than mozart when he puts the notes in the air
Played for the saints and placed for everybody to hear
I stayed a menace but I aint goin out as a criminal
base my rhymes and salute my lines like a general
These people aint goin make it in the winter cold
I seen the hits
but they don't compare to the hold I have on the chrome
shots till they gowne (gone)
my game is furious cuz I might go back to the ghetto
I'm gettin a woman wit stiletto's
that mixes wit the hotness of the treble
now the game aint on my level
was movin the block at age fourteen
cops tried to own me
so I let out a couple shots to they cronies now they know me
ya bones goin be pulled from the beef
then the stones goin leap from the street
and yall cats goin find out who is the realest to be