creepin thru tha burbs u Kno i ain't got no business here/Its money on a nigga head, u kno moody slithering/ we aint even cappin u kno this tha typa shit im in/nigga think he low, catch him Slippin then i check him in/Then i hit tha plug tell him adios lik3 mexicans/ missions coming back to back and imma keep on stretching them/hit a nigga 4 times if he eat em bitch we wrestling/ dip behind a nigga when he weak bob chicken wing/Wrap my fingers round his neck til he aint got no breath in him/Moodygang, daas a hit/always on some extra shit/On my mamma grandmamma tell me u aint notice it/Pockets neva fat my father taught me keep a frozen wrist/If a opp slide away, hit the nigga close to him/