Hot the pistol, got the issue, I squash it with the choppa it with you, ShoTTa pon ya block and wash it with you,

Got it with me, in case you thought I come for romping with you, hop the semi, the clip fi’ jump a slug is stomping with you,

Fire Lava, in my revolver, sayonara, by tomorrow, put you **** in a line of grabba, nice and hotter, I got the Ranks, they say I’m the Shabba,

I’m a mobber, who the Don, they say I’m the Dada,

Keep it squeaky, seem seema no beep in the Beamer jeep we sneaky, put the Nina’s with Chiquita’s it get freaky freaky, if it’s smoke oh you know she like it sticky icky, i’ll let the blicky hicky, make you do the Ricky Ricky,

If ye want the play, you with ya Bitch we’ll let it la la la la at her bum she day, we pepper seed him with the pump and left him spun the other way, i don’t know another way, I just know the dutty way, block, block you know we stay,

I’m easily legally deemed to be the psychotic kind, a stray to ya brain is only way for a shot at mine, crafty the matics’ll make’ em lay if I’m not inclined, you bait me and they’ ll be fishing you out that’s the bottom line,

I’m kinda kind but my chemical balance is not aligned, whatever design of the boxer I got the proper pine,

it’s all in the sport if you hit the floor then it’s soccer time,

I’m from where they pop a nine then your block is a copper mine,

Locking eyes, cause they tend to (tender) change when they compromised, soon as they caught with’ em a couple nickels he dropped a dime then got a flat before he wrote(rode) his way on the dotted line, somehow i find it ironic they said it was not his time,

Its ball if it’s not a rhyme you was taught all you got is crime, it ain’t no easy walk, we crawled then learned how to climb, the heaters for greasy talk, the Nina just got her shine, proceed to dealing with death, you leaving without a sign,

All of my **** is steady shooters, only way they’ll be pointing fingers is if they Freddy Kruegers, trained to put the work out, personal they was heavy movers, first time I aired I was telling my **** let me do this,

I was a kid I don’t know what led me to this, way of thinking only blood or some money’ll get me through this, wish I finished school could’ve been the student that fixed computer switches lifted rulers that tutored bitches to pit maneuvers,

Have **** hooked to a tank looking like they fittin’ to scuba, after smoke blow through his face looking like he hittin’ a hookah, if we ain’t keeping it music the shotty’s the producer

just for thinking shit was a movie your body is the bloopers,

watch what you say to lil’ Peter, I’ll give you metal where you stand like I’m paying a meter, I’ll put cabbage right on ya patch so obey the procedure, would’ve thought the bullets is bread how they lay in ya Caesar,