black as the ace of spades. my lyrics are high grade. im running the rap game my way. other peoples lyrics gives me migrains. im like carlitos way. rising to power within the hour devouring cowards. punks are about as useless as a dead flower. im moving on up like the jeffersons. taking you for a spin. im in to win. slice you like a mexican nobody know whos next to sin but i dont wanna kill. i just wanna chill. thugs mean muggin buyin drugs. having bad luck. getting harrased by cops. that show up on the spot. the block is hot. its time to move to the next place. we out like its a street race. headed back to the home base. ill be damned if im catching a case.