its murder killin time , wit them killer lines on that steady grind got money on my mind fuckin wit no swine hataz stand in line witness greatness when im gettin mine do it all time , like its goin out of style have the streets goin wild , head ina spin in the game to win , rapped up in this life of sin , prisoner of my mind thoughts fallin like da rain gonna bring that pain through the words that im sayin , goin insane rapped up in game , tryna find my way , give a fuck about what the hataz say , gettin money in every way get it night and day , in the land of the BLACKFEET running shit like a trackmeet takin from the greedy given to the needy hataz wanna be me but they cant see me , makin stacks killin rats vision what they lack , gettin mine while they sittin back talkin smack runnin all that wack , never hesitate to put them hataz on they back kick some shit spit it on the track