herd i been you one you been looking up at bitch im a bad habit no good to be done im a forggotten son in the darkness im ready for the huant never one to flunt feds be coming stright shooter busting up the guns stright popping chrome to the hip spots be popping im hot and your not punches be scocking bust on the rhymes stay locked in chrome to your lip ima make you taste the hollowpoint when i trip splash of piss when i make you sipp from the foam cup you creampuff i called your bluff playing the fake ass tough guy making a scean i could never want you on my team ill be the dream like elmstreet like im on this beat muder this shit like the death chi you aint ever felt a real G Till you felt me making cheedar getting wealthy fuck the fake talk