*Curtisey*
The boss is back -to set a couple of things straight...
you kids need to stop talking bout your pretend weight...
because I'm tired of the talk...
you don't know shit -about rolling these miles - tires filled with chalk...
the point I'm trying to get accross...
is vultures on a cat...aint the only way to end up -lion with a hawk...
I'm eyeing on you hogs...rising when you fall...
cause in supplying there's a cost...
and it's ya life bitch...you'll hear the 9 click once...
and take a nice big chunk...train yard is where you might get dumped...
but that's enough for the threats...
pull up in a lex...bubble lens...black skullie...rugged timbs...
double guns...whip...chips...double mint...and I aint talkin bubble gum...
Brick City -you know where the brother from...
please believe...you neva seen a nigga like...
-me...who will hit you with a bag like a pillow fight...
oh you s'posta be a killa rite...?...please...
I got a shot for every line that a nigga write...
tec blam and I pop ya...wetlands where i'll drop ya...
let the next janitor mop ya...
the best man to just box ya...and yes,fam...
you'll be headed south pa...-like left handed-ed boxers...
so keep telling yaself that...the shit is a front...
and you'll get real familiar with shit in the trunk...
