you gotta fear god, i think thats why we all mob, you supposed to come to me when you got a job, when it comes to spittin fire you know i dont stop, had a gun on me and thats why i got shot by the cops, i think it was their way of showin me, thats how they plot, now im left alone with a wound and my thoughts, life aint no breeze, main reasons why i jought, still on the mic after i sneeze, and is full of snot,