ima hustler drug dealer gunrunner ice on my neck and my paw stunna on me i keeps a thumper I got that chronic rolled in back woods lumber putting sukkas to sleep a quick slumber pulled up quick started dumping cuz the boy said something the boy had it coming my presence is the second coming of christ except I don't play nice I don't play fair haters can hate and I don't even care I got that ruger hollow points rip and tear 211 striped you bare in the streets we dont play fair you gotta have heart you gotta have a pair of nuts my pistol c ripping guts im at the trap chilling in the cut you got a problem what the fuck is up if its up then its stuck middle finger up cuz i dont give a fuck about no bitch fuck around bitches will snitch if only life were a wish instaed of a dish served cold wrist and neck stay froze im getting money and it shows we can get em up if it come to blows ima real gangsta mothafuckas know thangs i throw if it come to blows I want the bag and it's up for grabs I got them pills fresh out lab haters is getting mad cuz im getting cash and they lames paying a bitch for ass I hit then call the bitch a cab I get money like a magician pull a rabbit outta hat mustard and mayo on my caddilac i want big faces neatly stacked what you need i got the sac i want it all give nothing back im getting money my pocket is fat I get mines out the mud out the trap I want it all give nothing back see my eyes thru my mask creeping In the night wearing all black I got that Thang on me in the small of my back these so called gangsta rappers today is whack come fucking with me you must be smoking that Crack get your cranium cracked for talking that shat