im paranoid,dont trust shyt, im in arm reach of that stick-u sneek diss we pass rush,my niggas bringing that blitz-im talkin broad day wit tha rod play,an its bulls eye we dont miss-we pop out they strike out,i walk him down with his bitch-that gun play like good sex,my bitch in love wit that dick-if u move wrong,then its tombstones,aim an spray this bitch like sprits-that nina wit me that bitch topless,n i swear its 50 round titts-tha devil on me,its murder on me, i can smell the fear on my vics-no drive bys i walk em down,kuz i wonna see if he stiff-few felons wit me,got case's pendin,n them niggas still with tha shyts-got some young niggas who crowd shit,and they'll jump ur azz like a fence-2k shyt im bron on em,y u still watch from tha bench-im kyree wit this fyre arm,n its game tyme an im clutch-sprinkle pedigree on this loud pak,then im twistin up in a dutch-n i pour a 4 in this 20 ounce,cuz om hurtin way to much-im introverted,wont kick it with ya,my nigga ion do punts-