You niggaz pussy,straight out the womb niggaz, 10 inch blade, leave u cry'n for ya tomb nigga,i pull triggaz, take life and hand it out, teletubie folk tricks get punched in the mouf, i aint a surgeon but hoes get expanded wit the rod, legs wide open drippin u can call me heart throb, i rob and steel ,cake niggaz get ta feel the real, cuz when i spit even the def man can hear and fear, smurk on my face,clothes straight smeelin like dank,im the one that put ill in kill and made u think, made u blink, in a flash you aint feelin sweat, should've played like the french in war and yelled (retreat!), i aint bleek, but u know how we do it round here, face pushed in lookin the seat of a chair, me losen rare, i swear i hold my own , take advantage of situations like, home-a-lone, hold the phone ,questioning lifes main obstacles, if i die am i goin ta hell just for poppin u?, i drop a few,my lyrics keep me alive, and thru the hearts of thug niggaz my soul moves in stride,move or u die, think fast homie thats a easy fix,easy tricks get five bullets when the hammer spits, hammer hits, on the comp one by one until the day makaveli revives i bust my gun