cut you up and grind the bones, hell yeah i got sick flows money on my mind, im in it for the grind, you better tuck that chain, coming for your neck, when I'm done with you, you look like a train wreck, i spit like a mac 10, all over the beat again, dysfunctional run or admit me to a hospital, lock me up and throw the keys away, before i grap the mac and spray, bullets all over you, make you have bad day i dont care if you got somethin to say, creeping in the night, creeping in the night creeping in the night i see you snoeting that powder dont give a shit, my music is louder, drown drown drown you be looking like a clown, my inner warrior will rise rise rise, slay the junkies, they must die die die, all they think about is getting high, while i plan my next drive by, im fly fly fly made some fat stacks today robbed lil homie, what he gonna say, dont get caught lacking, creeping in your mind, social hacking, bitches i be smacking the blunt i be packing, grab the bats and gats, i be spittin straight facts, rumble in the concrete jungle, shit I'm usually humble, get ready to rumble! if you kill me, i call you the butcher, the name suits ya, if you turn your back on me, imma shoot ya, after that i loot ya, bang bang, the 38 sang, the bells in the church rang, gang gang