It's a laugh for me I heat the beat on point like a knife to an artery Get scared to pieces It's allways in the back of my mind but you can't defeat me I git a chip in the back of my shoulder And anytime an op moves closer I out my hand straight down to my holster Any funny moves ull sell the revolver I move like a loner high I'm a stoner Roll me a cola zoot so big they rolling ne over Now I gotta try get sober Try not to look like a smoker I stepped in the race wiv a 8th in the top of my grinder With rizla chip and a lighter I been around since skibba shabba d Mc debt and stevie hyper Been around since wikey and sniper Adidas falcons and Street fighter So you could never take me for a minor first timer when I creep behind ya