check my pedigree have a nigga spitting reveille in da walls where da cheddar b don't call me a G my nig--I'm a hustla you are just a customa snitch ass nigga faking round wit da trigga cock back wave it round shoot up in da air trying to get a little clout don't make turn killa I don't want to be the one to stop your violence when da God step in da room start the silence you must be looney tunes trying to take mine 10 toes on da' grind lay down wit da swine take your heart and ya spine bad for ya health and I'm always stealth shit scatter when da Melon splatter an open chest make you lose ya bladder close ya mout when grown niggaz talk and dey won't have to get that white chalk (chorus)