aiyyo i put it to you so raw
you probably od on the floor
that's what you get for disagreein with god
my aim with the arm is so long
that i can tag along with socom
flip like swizz did to the beat
niggaz talk shit in the streets
when they 'bout to get released
they ain't got no lip for the beast
make you strip like police
from the hip to get leverage if you more than four deep
got a pistol grip hawk with a chrome beat
i check to make sure it's no leaks
lookin like jada in a black jig-ari
shorty wanna know how the flesh work
what's under my sweatshirt
that's why i hit the gym 'til my chest hurt
next year or summer i'ma kill the conjecture
for now i'm just a hustler tryin to give you my best work