wake up in the trap down in the hood nightmares in the day time my hand glued to my strap try ta jack me bustin shots at anyone yo legs gettin clapped intel yo body calaps stand right over you metal to your face click clack assination with the way i kill pure heart but born ta kill no dj alive can keep up with the real that be the label had ta make my own industrys couldnt pay enough turned down a 100 deals i be worth a bill fuck a mill freddy cruger in your mind on my blocks we kill for real blood drippin in the middle of the street got over 200 kills cookies got me hungry spent a million on a meal crack a seal 6 mill on the liquor yeah i bottle pop for real covered in the ice talkin north pole with a chill iowa heart land middle of the map i took the pin an put my city on the map im the bosses boss if you lookin for a deal fuck a plug bought the wearhouse that be givin all the deals no need to duck the feds no body fuck with me for real just for lookin at me wrong might really get you killed cus them caps i fuckin peel iprofine on your ass splittin headache how u gonna feel westside heart it beats for me is how i feel even when my life is through my soul will remine inbedded with mob ties real gs never die we multipli i made alot of kids my blood line will carry on an every time i come out of the crib everything turns to quit an the streets stand still last of the real ogs beezybo54 the blocks dont live without me on the real the big deal.