one two three four I just wanna slice you n let your blood pour it's been that way since you entered the door murderer on the mic since I was born I just wasnt able to make anything because j was poor tell me what you know about me because I assure you you ain't no shit about me I came from nothing rose to the top dont think I'm scared to pull the glock shoot you in yo face then you caught I got you in my crosshairs n no I'm not scared bitched you better beware for is the wolf chasing the hair pow bullets tear you up pow there's the cops tear em up to fuck the brothers in blue they ain't done shit for me since I was a young bull n if it was up to me they would be seated at the bottom of a pool of blood I'll put that kn my daughter n son I'm reppin 412 straight outta the burgh hell nah we ain't no phineas and pherb but we do smoke on that rich herb mess with my squad you get torn fuck with just me you get the entire swarm we run in packs non of my boys are scared to bust the gat fuck with all of use well slice you up n make you our door mat I'll hit you left right then I'll hit your girl she tight but not no more I just turned yo bitch to a whore fucked her from midnight to four n you ain't gonna do shit but just sit n run yo mouth till I knock yo loud ass out you ask yo girl if you still want you nah she gonna front you your broke mafucker n I'm in the crew boy your just a little fuckin confused