little nigga cant run with the big dogs stop faking this here for the big boys lay the whole block down with them big toys keep running your mouth like a bitch boy we dont play no games in the click boy take turns at your grave you'll get pissed on scarface wasnt real learn your shit boy turn snitch you'll get found in a ditch boy been poloed up since razors cut buck fiftied up that face is fucked no words erupt just blaze em up clean shave em up hold up sitting low in the coop extra arm on the troops in the moment of truth need any proof put a hole in your roof lift your soul from your shoes send your bitch with you to we aint playing games these streets are real they wound and heal its soldiers field we fight for meals take lives for real wipl rob amd steal take chances run from the popo stash in the Volvo laugh as you clap with your hand on the 44 cam on the dash watch as you gasp for the last breadth you have we dont talk we dont brag just move with the work wether gift or a curse till we down in the dirt from the back of a hearse we aint ate in a month and we dying of thirst follow the leader maybe you'll be there maybe you'll reach there for now have a seat there pay tribute to kings here and maybe one day we might let you eat here