YALL NIGGAZ FRAUD NO ROUND OF APPLAUSE YA GAME HELLA WEAK YOUR LOST IN THE SAUCE YOUR A ROOKIE IM A BOSS CALL ME JESUS ON THE CROSS GOT THE THORNS IN MY HEAD FUCK AROUND YA BE DEAD YOU A LIAR YOU A CHEAT GOT NO CREDIT IN THE STREET YOUR WORDS DONT MEAN NOTHING PULL THE HEAT YOU BE BLUFFING WHEN I PULL IT OUT I MAKE EM DROP LIKE TEMPERATURES BUST YA CROOKED SMILE YOU CANT EVEN FIT NO DENTURES CALL ME THE BAD GUY AND I TAKE IT I CALL YOU A WEAK BITCH CUZ YOU FAKE IT GAVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE HOE AND YOU STILL CANT MAKE IT YOU WACK ASS FUCK YA DOWN BAD AND YOU AINT SHIT YOU MUST DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM A TRUE MUTHA FUCKA WHO DONT GIVE A DAMN I ROLL THRU YOUR HOOD WITH THE BLACK HOODY ON TINTED WINDOWS LOW AND MY GUN HELLA LONG HOLLOW TIPS HOLLOWS SHELLS BODY ROT CAN YOU SMELL GUN POWDER ON MY FACE MURDER WEAPONS NO TRACE PSYCHOPATH GANGSTA QUEEN SHOOT EM UP RIP THE SPLEEN NO YOU KNOW I AM THE TRUTH MY CREDIABILITY IS THE PROOF NEW YORK KILLA CALIFORNIA NIGHTMARE DANCE ON YA TOMBSTONE MICHAEL JACKSON THRILLA GUNS BANG SO LOUD YOU THOUGHT IT WAS GORRILAS NO TACO BELL BUT I GOT FILL UPS RAISED IN THE STREETS IM A DIE IN THE STREETS DONT FUCK WITH NO PORK BUT I WILL TAKE THE BEEF