lyrical assasin ,these gats i cant stop packin,running from 5-0 cuz i wacked some rap bastard,my homies stay rappin yee we cop package mounds of coke piled up so i got feinds in the masses check it glasses so dark so u can see my eyes the pain ive held inside is leading my way to tha sky so i ask y , dear lord y i gotta live wit these scars they hit me up 5 times woke up in an ambulance car damn i kill bars killin tha steel wit these ryhmes,taken tha thrill far homie come try to live a day of life i gaurantee u cant go by a day the only way i eat is by choppin that yay so sit back cuz i got some more things to say but right now aint a good time i gotta go smoke a pound of that mary j