diz my year let's get diz clear u hit duz here u mite disappear or I nite not do nothing so can have ya bragging rites ya street cred go up something like ova nite at da sanetime u give me da same hype as hova rite it ova rite kuz shit ain't been done naw da streets is cold as ice n even tho I know wat rite he sold his soul b4 hiz child rent due u sign da dotted line had to go that mile nigga is wicked fowl want beef come get diz cow da streets will hit ya child gunning for u in ya house all bekuz u was running off with mouth touched nigga soul now Dey want to see wat u about old king kold a merry soul da land of old I dare u go with ya 24 carrot gold n a pair of characters Jim crow gone tear u up along da branch pair u up n den his family gone crowed n celebrate all around da area