reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from
away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Yo, I done copped Tims, lived in Linz's kid
Japanese yams What? What? What? [Chorus] [Joe Mafia] Innocent on some plead the 5th shit Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit Rott like rocks from rocks
go pro once Hit 'em with the shotgun, Call that shit the stop button, Call me Doctor Carter, AKA young wild nigga, AKA no trial nigga, AK click clack blaw nigga, Fucking with the kid
seem Make a wrong move and I'mma make your blood prove that They can get down to rock (what?), rock the role So take it from the move faker (what?) Check
patch kid Attack a snatch ya theres something to jack a bad chin Impregnate and shoot up the embryo sack with mack 10s Triplets quadruplets and a couple of back to back
not for me I'm a big rock star My sales have tanked But I still got you Thanks Download this Sounds like shit Keep on bloggin' 'Til the power goes out Your battery's dead
, uh, yo Here I come from the housin' tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock
off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name? That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain Smokin' pure from the
pray to God that he kept this spot hell me sad as fuck, what the nigga stuck down the raw bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
alpha and omega of nice I'm the messenger sent by the force at the head of the light But satan's ridin my back in the dead of the night I be doin
big or small Almost anyday I could say fuck it all - fuck it all! [G-Rock] Having dealings with skill My skill, never have to kill Fuck dead 'em in your
tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me ah eh eh ah eh eh You see I'm tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me oooh check it
rocks, you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arrangin' money, yeah Ben's arrangin' money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekend, from
Mos Def] I'm tryin' to holler miss to see if you gon' holler back [Beyonce] Your game is wack and no you will not get your quarter back See this is Carmen
with me I'm rated 'R', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead
the to the top and I lay it down quite flat You can battle me up and get your money right back Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid The newspaper
with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead By anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock