niggaz be like wat up doe, i be like wat it is, jus know im second guessing everything come thru ya lips, cause niggaz praying on my downfall ain't prayed in years, I disappeared then reaapeared wit a bag of careers, me and Craig on da yard hitting da free weights, Makin all kind of plans fa our release dates, now im blowin eights of some great on u cheapskates, like fuckem all getting face on da eway, I got demons and they say fuckem all they need cleaning , a gut shot,ll leave em throwin up, Willie beamon, leaning ya ya man to keep u up, now u need fema, I guess I'm just running out of fucks, give me a reason, all that wat u did don't even count like preaseason, but u bring it up like its supposed to make us even, how me and mines supposed to eat off excuses, wen every chance dezz crackers get they try to bar b que us