See this...I ain't always wanna be rich...
or beat bitch niggas with an empty clip...
but from the gutta of the Bricks came...that dealer...
hugging strips with big caine...stack bigger...
mac that'll push back villas... cat griller...
crack in a sac disher...jet black Ac whipper...
after beating the puss I'll tap that shitter...-now that's a bad nigga...
who you know spit...that true old piff...in the 2 double oo 05th...
some gully muthafucka from the the the block...
bundle up his money and cut up some rock...
went from scraping and pitching...to making a living...
off crooked niggas moving straight with their business...
I'm maintaining the mission to put soldiers on the march...
in the greatest precision...
I'm taking the globe over...with a cold shoulder...and a .44 chrome roller...
so don't fuck with the god...
cause I leave niggas in a black bag like grass after cutting the lawn...
you better ask somebody dog...I body squads...
and real goons don't travel with bodyguards...
I'm the same o' G...with that same o' speech...
who still manage to stay low key...
any heat that a nigga spit...is relative to the street than a nigga live...
you better lift -weights...cause this -ape...is bout as beefed as it ever gets...
and that's nuthin...I've been though taps...gunnings...
hits...scopes...package running...with straps abundant...
and I'm still here talking it...the real deal boss of this...
life taking business...an abortionists...
cross me and you will get targeted...
...that's all it is...
