move bitch... get out my way .... creepin... on a come up.... trappin ,ryhme cappin,bish im about to set it off, make things happen... im a ryder,i roll all,day and night.. outta mind outta site...taking flight,krakker dont crumble,always down to rumble.. 256 wit my noogies and dem hicks ,smokin in them blunts and them green sticks...on my 1st ,middle ,and last name imma alway be true to the game... imma ride and die for my flock... poppin rocks,smokin glocks,hi off that pistol smoke ....frfr or (poppin glocks,smokin rocks,hi off that pistol smoke) ah shit ... this is it ... my ryhmes gonna get explicit ... i must confess,in 6 months or less,ill be your next hero and youll be bumpin my shit.. sounds on exzhibit ... :fast: dr.phil....needs to take a fuckun chill pill,he gettin me ill,so mad i could kill,my rhymes are gonna spill..bish ass bustas ,i triez not to be like yous... i go hard i come wrong ,now its on like honkey kong... gotta keep my pimp hand strong cause im th bomb , at playin ping pong...fuck a pincelle i write my shit in ink.. 2 in the pink,3 in th stink.. tell me what you think ,ill make your girlfriend blink ... laid up ...deep off up in th cut , these haters ,they cant see me. contemplatin crimes , rehearsin versein rymes, plottin schemes and dreams ... of servin feinds ,slangin ,methamphetamines, whippin up in low ride drop top limousines ,earnin means,on premeditated crime scenez , up in th club ,servin dub showin love ... snitches get stitches and put in ditches for being loud mouth pussy bitches... no time off... err day all day ,hustle and bustle to beat the struggle ...