Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the street
  Do yall here me?
  Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street
    [Beanie Seagal]
  Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
  Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars
  Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
  Only cock and blow dro out of perservative jars
  On the block serving like I never heard of the law
  Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
  Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
  Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song
  I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
  Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
  I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
  I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
  I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
  the size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick
  While you try to profit, i just flip quick
  Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick
    [NuChild]
  Now when you wake up
  I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
  Holding your son, smoking Branson
  Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
  His shit'll get the opposite of handsome
  I mean I got to come clean
  I've done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
  I'm what y'all haven't seen
  I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
  Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
  I'm no joker - I could blow you into smoke
  and make your man a second hand smoker.
  I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
  Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?
  I dont even play that shit
  I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
  Yall got a bible? Well pray in that shit
  While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya
    [InfraRed]
  This be the realest shit I ever wrote
  Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
  Choke nigga choke, I'm dope
  Roll me up and smoke, on contact
  Niggas react, and play me back
  For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track
  I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon
  The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on
  A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?"
  "I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"
  After waxin' him, I wax you
  Smack you, clap you, and thats two
  Niggas I left lookin' like statues
  I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
  Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard
  I thump hard
  Make a nigga yell for crew quick
  A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
  Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
  Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time
  So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium
  You Ethiopian
  Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
  Do a nigga Rosewood style
  Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child
    [Mysonne]
  Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
  Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
  Kill or be killed, thats the shit that I'm on
  Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
  I'm gone, see I'm dope like heroin
  And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
  Here on in, know I fear no men
  And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten
  Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
  You tough? Fight death and be a hero then
  Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
  And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
  I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
  Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
  So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D
  And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see
    [Drag-On]
  I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
  Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
  All my bullets hit, never graze you
  If you never was shit, I'ma promise you this
  I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n
  The first one there, and the last one to get to running
  Unless you tell me the cops coming
  Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
  I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth
  I wake up with the mad south
  You know how many chinks and jews
  Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
  Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking
  I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman
  I'ma put him in a coffin
  Soon as I step in
  I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens
  I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
  Double R, soon half of us'll goto jail
  The best studio, 16 bars to post bail