YOU BETTA RESPECT MY BARS//
OR THE DOCTOR'S GONNA PUT UR FACE TOGETHER LIKE A COLASGE//
NIGGA'S ALWAYS TALK GREAZY....TILL STEAL COME OUT//
SLUGS RIP THROUGH THEIR GUMZ AND THEIR GRILL COME OUT//
FUKK YOU...AND MOTHER FUKK UR MANS//
IF I DONT CLAP YOU IN THE DOME....IMA LEAVE CLIPS IN UR DHIAPHRAM//
IM THE HOOD PROPHET//
SELLIN PURPLE INSTEAD OF CHOCOLATE//
AND IMA STAY ON UR CORNER LIKE STOPP SIGNS//
WIT A PACKET OF ''WALKERS CRISP'' AND A GLOCK NINE//
BYTCH//
