flute verse,1. the cops,I brookln Doger them,/I jack, I rob, I sin,/don't play /like I'm on the exspess way/never put doubt in my mind,every time I touch the mike there's the rhym/I love rap fame/don't hate the player/hate the game/here to entertain/and I ain't even gonna explane/don't care if you complane/make the mutherfuckers respect your song/all day long,/I get mad record deals,you get killed maybe/ba ,daby,ba,day/rock the mick to the brake of day/what do you got to say/old is limiting you got to eliminate old/and it's gonna get cold/15°/make you freeze/niga please/this is not a dies,/and sit down when you piss/out on your block/beef eliminates wrighters block/get off my jock/you cock/people don't love you for who you are,that love you for what you got/then thay want you to share/I think not/give me what you got/little snot/when you go to jail I hope you rot/you won't be smileing on rulers island/so I'm loose your loseyfer which do you prefer/you don't want to be ugly you don't want to be flashy/and I'm into cash b/I do more before 8am,then most people do all day/I ain't with the play/I exicute all plans/fucling all the bicthes both me and my mans/if I regret it my g might get weted/every bicth nigga should be arrested/beat with meany strips till positivety has been manifested/defuse the fight in them/then use your venom/