spit facts on every type of joint/
while ur character aint a gun but got some 'hollow points'/
dominate the game with god's all might/
call guns airlines...one shot you'll be in a flight/
soon no one will remember you/
re-arrange the alphabet for me to even 'n-b-u/envy you'/
rap heat on the instrumental/
if not then rick james's death must have been accidental/
smash vets right thru boards/
and we can have the same results as the vibe awards/
u fake,the whole crew ho's/
you'll be famous when gary colemans legs start to grow/
im well highly rank-tho/
u only mad cuz ur cd's playable like kobe's ankle/
so now make them casino type of bets/
that ur team will take more losses then the n.o-hornets/
ill-style,me who they really imply/
so just drop the mic from yo face like houston's eye/
most thugs in run out be-snitchin/
there like 'mike-jones' to the cops they 'still be tippin'/
so now,hold dont let go the nines/
u would think i 'shoot my rhymes' the way i 'air-lines'/
the words that be out im dong my fightin/
ask 'mcnair' even he aint got nothin on this 'titan'/
u got money,fame,and a-porsche/
you'll go from a-titan to a cowboy like eddie-george/
u spit but the gun u nevah pack/
get 'sprayed while running' just so 'u can-keep on track'/
most dudes in the game be well posin/
while othas walk the streets and have enemies frozen/
u the nexx snitch cops love to employ/
i go 'hard and swoll' no need for a 'steroid'/
