tell them niccaz stop hating, like some jealous Guys/ i don't do beef, but i do bean pies/ infared beam tucced between my Gal thighs/ if i tell her pass it to me, "nigga"you gone see fire/ oh lord, forgive me, cuz im bout to Sin Now/ they thought they wanted smoke, but.. not... this Kind/.i see them niccaz shooting slugs but ion reply/ whats an Ant Hill to Giant ...lil guy.../..vs..but i aint gone let em tricc me out my position, none of my opps competition....they gets zero recognition/pussy bitches...you aint never lived inside trenches/smoking dipped cigarettes with the Ghetto children/or fired on oppositions til the pistol started cliccing/