Lyrics
I'm from the hood where them thangs is clappin/
system in the range is blastin so much the pavements crackin//
ya hood still raisin actors/
that love to lie, but run and hide when thangs get drastick//
I'm here 2 burn the game to ashes/
and raise da standards, spittin flames in a dangerous fashion//
I don't care if u claim whats craccin/
or u get it poppin, when the desert cockin to see cha1n reaction//
couple dames relaxin, I'm catchin wig/
or speedin in da range rover blastin B.I.G//
pull a k on ya and clap ya ribs/
so if u see cha1n smokin it ain't a pack a cigs//
actin like ya raps legit/
need practice kid, before u spit "dope" and turn tracks to "hits"//
u never had no strip wit crack to flip/
facts be dis, u wouldn't "do shit" wit "laxatives"//
my raps be sick I need medicine/
and we packed wit clips like ESPN//
I packed the whip with freak lesbians/
I just gass they head, wit weed hen and gin//
then it's back to bed/
talk shit turn ya back to led, peal ya cap and crack ya head//
homie you ain't got a chance to win/
cuz you can't see my bars, it's like I write wit magic pens//
wheeling the lexus, changin lanes/
it's like graffitie for ya thoughts when I spray ya brains//
u appear unprotected when I aim them thangs/
you might think I'm stealin a neckless the way I'm breakin chain//
