[Chorus] Pack a punch to jump a chump, straight tough thugz. Magic of a straight thug, we come in clutch. Grabbin' money gettin' some, aye tough luck. Happy-go-lucky enough to shoot a couple slugs. [Verse 1] Diamond watch, iced out. I'm in 'em, lights out. Got my time under the spotlight, got the shot, guys. Find another spot, aight? I'm another hot guy, I'ma give 'em pop, aight? But a brother shit nice, so I'ma give some advice. We the realest in the game, if you dealin' wit' m'name, gotta shine mo then my way, I'ma cellophane wrapper and you'll get coated. That's my metaphor, cracka' yeah y'free-load'r. Rappin' wack is my attack if I am that you gotta crack at crackin' back. Just another opportunity to smack rap. Must've had problems B, talkin' all that. Bustin' at the following, stalking all that. Yeah you can catch me creepin' all the time, but on the grind, I keep on reachin back, rewindin'. [Chorus] [Verse 2] I can't stomach it, the public's gonna get a busted butt, I guess it's #1 defense that doesn't budge a bit, the bunch that crumbled did fuss in mumbles. I curse on the test, I hurt off second takes of hits in my sects no churchin'; I burn in volcanoes from my breath! In other words, spittin' fire! You gettin' higher? I always got the sweet flow, but I ain't never cheat, fo' it. Cryin' to do street shows, I'm tryin' fo' my people! No I ain't gon' freak so, here's one to each bloke. Never have I ever peeked, and I'm keepin' my streak, ho! Yeah, at least the streets know, every single word I wrote, reading my preach pro. Burnin it up, it's G-Low! Wieldin' the microphone, shieldin' a strike at homes. Sealin', I find the bone. Healin', my finest zone. Kneelin' to get atonement and poke the threat's throat wet. Blood flood out he head cuz' o' what he'd said, cuh. [Chorus]