crip walking like I'm Michael Jackson I'm real street hard these boys is just actin mac elevens on the table next to the mac ten. times change it used be tough way back then. pennies for bread what I need. bitches gimme head like I'm a ref. so dont expect no less from the young king. jump out the whip like I'm possessed. pull out the heater and aim above the neck. money ain't a problem homie whatchu expect, just make sure you don't get g checked or you're ass will get decked. I'd rather live rich then live broke get my homies on the hustle so they sling coke. motherfuckers think we're homies till they get stroked. feds patrolling when they see rolling. fuck a drive by we'll catch you strolling. spare your dog and your daughter, boy we'll wet you like water, omg it's a slaughter motherfucker I'm out.