Mothafucka, I'm ill A million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her. Like smoke in the thinnest air, Hoping them crackers see me like look He's a beast, Okay, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing, you ain't scaring nothingbullshit, call 'em Call me what you want, bitch, call me on Never answer , damn c downtown For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch Motherfucka I'm ill, Mothafucka, I'm ill They say I'm rapping I keep that flame, man