you hear my tires spinnin, see my window down, evil grinnin, pistol tucked under the wheel, johnny law up on my heels, got the beat from mean gene, told me homie do my thing, so thats exactly what ill do, make the beat spit out a tooth, use the closet for a booth, man im grindin from the bottom, heard that fool snitched on my homeboy, so when i seen that fool i got em, aint no other way around it, play me close youll get the business, drive around my hometown like everybody suspicious, dont leave no witness to your dirty deeds or you wont succeed, fuck doin life up in a box, tryna get big off canteen, when i rhyme they say its clean, but i say my flow is filthy, deny deny deny, let them bitches find me guilty, tryna hustle up some money, buy equipment for a studio, goin hard up on these tracks, hopin that somebody feel me bro, HERE I GO, find a mark to catch a mark, dont go out until its dark, wear a mask, keep some gloves, and slide up on him like a shark, whip it out and lay em down, face down, let one off, just to show that foo that you aint playin around, if you get caught, just dont let em catch you with that piece, always keep your tongue in park, your more likely to be released, police work off evidence and testimony, therefore, in my world, the code of silence is mandatory, end of story....