what's up what's up did you haters out there get messages, that I text to you bitchass niggas, out in the streets trying to really hating on me,for my style and ability to break down a beat just like a muthafucking pound of good weed, and smoke you haters and bitch niggas straight up like a muthafucking joint,straight up set a blaze's up under you haters and niggas shoes,making it hard for you to stand in one spot,cause you haters know that I just turn up the heat and the flames up in here,and you know that its getting, getting, hot enough that I can see the sweat falling straight up off you haters brawl as the drops steady,steady,hit the floor, I got you niggas and haters, sinking in your own teardrops, cause you niggas so disappointed that you can't get at me up here on stage,can you feel it,cause I can feel it too,all the rage coming off all these haters in the room and the place right were you been standing,so upset,from the noise that I'm making up here on stage,steady knocking out your ear drums, steady knocking out your eardrums, causing a steady rampage on you bitchass haters and niggas who can't get none,you dont want none of this here shit,when I come around Chicago's six,in your muthafucking house, Chicago's six,in your muthafucking house,like I said it before I ain't playing no games with you boys, I put that on my six ways to come at you boys,with this here microphone, as I I loaded shotgun,leaving all you bitches and haters shellshock in this here rapgame,this here rapgame, so you niggas better straight up best believe that I leave no stones unturned, in this rapgame,so I'm coming for you haters and bitchass niggas with my murder game,murder, game,game,game,