we bout to get busy/ 6 ft is where is my fallen soldiers hand me /my flowers then thats my fate 1000 degrees/ keep it 1000 degrees/ burnin inferno pots on da stove beggin for that fork to whip me /i knew a crackhead who cooked up da raw on kerosene /something out of nothin u hear me /raids swoopin every other week/ abandoned blocks surrounded me /where they go all we got booked trying to get a ten a key/ love jewelry lust for pussy /new town no series /many chapters my book of life full of fictional stories /buildings was 8 stories /1/8 th of that baking soda made glory's /follow da story if u lost i guide u this aint blind fury/ dirty bitches trying to take me on Maury /i lost u no sorry /makes perfect sense good money/ drunk off gold monkey /keep movin joints fuck u junkie/ u can say im cursed by this money /lovers qurrall surreal tales got u nervous/ bitin nails hit it wit a hammer throwback might fail/ my holy grail i still set sail wont sell out to ya deals/ kitchen reekin wit burnin plastic smells /u got mail/ year and wake up/ most u mufuckaz wearin make up from a town where ya gotta take up/ arms n hammers /names ringin on dem scanners /we ridin roun bad manners /jersy Grammer on dat 95 to da nearest bama dirty cheap hammers tools that'll blam ya obituaries one of my homies fell victim to da streets white sheets i cried for weeks rip lil ant i kno u lookin down on me we divided on peace and prosperity every soul worship money no money just fronters consignment skip town when u out of alignment they waited for u to come back to shoot u out of ya alignment all we do is think bout dyin mothers cryin layin flowers on caskets wonderin if times rewind dem clocks in our minds cream of the earth keep grindin with or without u sun stay shinin 6 ft in da dirt no shinin shovels applyin they do they job u rest in peace when u out here keep livin them mufuckaz stay lyin 1000 degrees 1000 degrees feel me