boys get a whoopen its not accidental/
u got small beatdown like a short instrumental/
be as ice cube u rap-but-act-tho/
and this aint 'kanye west' but this here is a small'sample'/
whatever it takes im reign supreme/
streets is ball,shoot if i feel double team/
the world starts out by defacing you/
watch out from the same cats that be lacing you/
the wack niggas get highly hated/
and life can be 'laker' u ball but be-'eliminated'/ *lakers eliminated from playoff'
dude step with a gun homie just pop-it/
i'll have u wearing black but homie you aint no gothic/
i got lines to-hard to snort/
i'll go say 'fuck the law' like i was fuccin up in court/
in they eyes know what im really about/
you aint got to jump out of planes to get ass air'd out/
ask what the hell is u starin hun/
u know i run texas like statewide marathon/
like overheated food u know im way hot/
with the mic im 'ludacris' at the 'number one spot'/
im the best with raps and the m-i-c/
'beg for mercy' u aint talking about 'gunit' cd/
lay spits in tracks beyond point of hot/
staple lips to 'octagons' so that talk can 'stop'/
get cremated wit yo ass on a rope/
black haze like cardinals undecided on the next pope/
pencil is a gun full of lead/
got a hard personality in battles no tear to shed/
i move forward while u dread/
and i aint 'bob' but ur 'hope' can be just as dead/ *bob hope is dead*
