ima monstor when it comes to getting money doing my arithmetic my stick come with that switch down your bitch ass like a fifth on me i always got my stick its gonna burn when these bullets hit thought ya was gangsta why you screaming like a bitch see me whipping my whip like a slingshot I go for the kills hot I got the game ina wristlock keep my product inq ziplock watch on my wrist no tik tock fuck the dumb shit i let my stick talk you know how we ride we slide up dumping pistol grip pumping qspeakers bumping pullaqed up quick we slumpedem put em to rest one in the head one in the chest see me hoorudding in a 5.0 ho me and my bro 7 sitting low on the suspension won't see it coming catch you slipping at intersection may the lord bless em with pain I make em stang no pain no game why rappers todaybitchen like lames acting like dames shits kinda strange how it happenned they say the boy walked up starting blasting all the while Laffing you got money I'm taxing so fast you won't know what happened what hit you I'm from the town we got military issue buy your mommy a box of tissues ain't no telling were hollows hit you the top I got a clear view middle finger up to the haters in the rear view top I got a clear view but you dont know what I been thru so don't test me 38 snub nose smithy Wesson may the lord bless em cuz I rest em the games infested I'm at the trap setting rat traps Making my snaps want it all give nothing back come with the burner out the back pack make every one back back hands towards the ceiling this is a jack I want it all I give nothing back I. counting greenbacks stacking my cash and I'm a monstor nothing g bit Killah on my roster,shit bout to jump off like a rocket watch on my wrist no tik a tok the boy got hit for talking to the fuzz in the game there is no lovel shout out to the thugs selling drugs trying to rise above the madness his story is sadness doing shit you couldn't fathom with a pistol he could spilt an atom hes hungry let me at em he was quite as shadow hot to the touch crying tears of blood its a lonely life for a thug its been so long but never forget what he was the games all liars killaz and thugs making money off of drugs come up short your catchen slygs cartel plugs he knew what it was they show the little homie luv on the streets were you earn your stripes watch your back for jacker trying to take your life keep a gun and a knife and be the first to take flight and rise above learn to spot and can smell an imposter grew up plugging narcotics drug dealers killaz and convicts the projects hold em hostage making his way thru the carnage the 14 the apostel making my way thru the world hostel lifes traggic on the wronf side of demographics know how to make money and stack it packing a pistol thats plastic leave em leaking hemoraggic people talk he hears static mind set of money let me at it and be a monster