my nigga my nigga my nigga whats wrong with ya why ya be like dat total disregaurd for me and the rest of those cats losing ya mind left behind showing the signs of father time as mother nature sends a twisted tale that rebels against all the ones. that came before us its hard to keep ya mind right ya lips sealed if not then you will hear the pig squeel keep ya aim right better know how to take flight when the situation dont feel right duvk outta sight and I will not be a coward and fall into the dark im up in ya face right from the start bout to embark on a few days anyways so we will lay in da cut waitn for some. punk butts sew there eyes shut with a 45 mag and a brown paper bag never lacking always stacking lookin at me like nigga whats happening then two kings get ta killin out hells assassin's reveiling the one thing that makes us want to be a villan chillin with the history of forever on my back i cut no slack as a matter fact my boys have my back through tne eyes of the egale soring high in the sky as i maintain insane and rep it out cause its no game to die for the very same thang and give up all just to hear em say thats ok i got ya all i got yo back collection of souls and maintaining these streets of gold & these green backs cause our shoulders to turn so cold as our face looks old and our bodys cry out damn i want to fold but all we do is FLEX flex flex flex flex flex ex ex ex killa killa i am a killa