your homies too weak to spend a muthsfuckin day with us imagine being locked in a cage with us fuck around come back tamed as fuk dangerous as chained up pups I let that thing go buck till my wrist spraind and my finger cut call your homies up that don't mean a motherfuking thing to us it ain't strange if I hit that angel dust and get my anger up send your downest homie and get his head crushed shot point-blank range Bang bang all shit he's fucked his soul flying I'm still firing even his guardian Angel ducks .chino bling muthafucka still I don't give a fuck and I stay stuck on the fetti stay ready for action actually I'm packing no need for cock backin the strap I got one on top so when eva u hear pop pop niggas dropp like flys wheneva I ride not overreacting on these homicides I don't lie cuz where I'm from is do or die so if we collide with are allies visualize a bunch of niggas acting uncivilized being victimized and terrorized but I'm still reppin my set to the day I die but I won't emphasize on the who what when where or why