Big drip big cars drive fast tryin to be so hard Icey breath so in depth I can smell yo keepa his name is death he is lookin for ya searching for ya with a big gloc and big bang there is mo shit to be sprayed decayed layed out and falayed I guess he regrets having Eva stayed ok I must amitt I dropped bout 4 at the front door my hitta held off those crittas those leeches they gots no cream and popped peaches had you getting up and speechless nothing to say rambling on bout the streets and. the weakest link the sudden wink and the hollow tips fly through the sky to ya head now we respect respected and you laughed and said you are not that gifted lifted higher than any ceiling you know no Bette feelin than staying alive my nigga survive my nigga now im walking hard walkin tall and the last thing he saw was me ya all peace