Check me, and expect me to get crazy on this track/// I go psyco, and mental on instrumentals/// the way I put this shit together is so simple///I pop niggas like pimples/// This shit I'm into///will shake you up/// these heat seekin missles will break you up/// And put choo under/// Crash and collide like thunder/// as I strike like lighting in the dark/// when the pistol sparks, and them shots fly///turning darkness into light/// now everybody's wondering why/// And how did this happen/// why were you on the otherside of the gun clapping///wishin they could bring you back and/// Rejecting the truth/// wishing you had a bulletproof///I warned you, and let you know I'm the type that shoots/// even if you had a bulletproof/// my shots rip through, and do what they do/// Now ya resitin in peace/// another one deceased///Another 6 feet deep/// and it don't stop my creep///Now Watch me, -n- witness how ya can't stop me///Witness how I make that glock Pop Bee///you see In theses streets is rough tough and cold/// something you must know///so remember you've been told/// It's just a fair warning, but these streets ain't fair/// another funeral, and no one really cares///