Yo! Waitin at your house with a twelve gauge pump

Throw me on stage, I make the place jump

Rockin over breaks until my day come

Reppin the East coast dawg (Pacewon!)

I got my eyes on the pie and I'm takin a cut

I don't play no games, my tools stay in the trunk

So if a nucca break fool I'll be sprayin him up

Who be talkin that "Rah Rah" shit? (Pacewon!)

Aiyyo I rip fools quick like I flip through whips

Roll down your block in a big new 6

Braggin bout the place where the chicks do tricks

Let 'em know, who da shit in Da Bricks? (Pacewon!) Like

Yo, gimme your G, gimme your funds, yo

Gotta be me, I gotta be Won, yo

Gimme some weed, gimme a blunt, yo

Gotta be me, gotta be Won

I like ghetto.. music.. ghetto.. music..

Ghetto.. music.. ghetto.. music..

Yo I catch a body on real, I kill 'em on wax

King of all rap, make you bring it on back

Never thought I'd be makin sing-along tracks

I thought I'd be runnin 'round here slingin y'all crack!

Dealin y'all smack or stealin y'all act

Peelin y'all naps like Vietnam cats

G'in off gats and peein on hats

Cause none of y'all can't see me in combat

(I'm the) Pacewon-er, duck and take cover

Lyrics I kick so milk you taste butter

And if you jerks don't bounce like fake rubber

I'ma react and whip out the face cutter

Catch a buck-fifty, ear to the chin

Hair to the grin, come and fuck wit me

I'm ready to begin, waitin on your portrait or tec

Like yo, where the fuck you **** been?

Ghetto.. music.. ghetto.. music..

Ghetto.. music.. ghetto.. music..

{*scratching followed by instrumental to fade*}