Don't give me no lip, Don't give me no backtalk,
Otherwise il blow ur muthafuckiin head off,
Thats right you all know my style goddamnit,
Im a MC believer in the religion of spittin it,
So dont try me, you better walk by me,
Ill do ya like the first part of menace II society,
Cuz im like Cypress Hill yo im insane,
Ill shoot a hole in ya toe, n make ya jump like the house of pain.
And also I tote guns, I make noble runs,
I do give MC's the run drippin,
And when i throw my clip in the AK,
Im swazy from far away, so everybody hit the D.E.C.K,
Shit like this made us lose people like Kato,
So we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the yeyo.
I do thank the lord for my many blessings,
Cold stressin, hand on my glock for my protection,
And all my boys in the state pen,
Here we go again, nuttin seperatin us from my mac 10.
Born in the ghetto as a street hustler,
But now im older, a straght soldier,
But still in a highspeed chase with the law,
Im the realest muthafucka that you ever saw.