i'm the first line of defense
and i'ma show 'em what that means
i know these niggaz hoped i wouldn't make it - fuck you
your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you
wherever i see you nigga i'ma buck you
and put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
i bring the drama back where you lives
reload and then point the mag at your kids
the records i still peep guns on me
but the difference now is only deserts
if i talk it's gonna be reckless; i'm ready to die
and leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
they just broke and confused; cross me
and they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
i'ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
and my junior high school yearbook
paul cain never appear shook
yeah i might talk to my enemies but never police
you wanna converse it better be brief; you ain't gotta say much
show me the money and the cheddar'll speak
if it ain't involvin bread
when the shots from the revolver spread
leave ceo's and artists dead
make slugs a part of his head
vanish then pop up in a sl double nickel
fuck you i'm tryna get my cash right
all my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes
addicted to the fast life
live everyday like my last night; od'in or x
when i got signed like len bias on draft night
i see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you
bitch you don't wanna swallow semen - fuck you
no you hate the way i'm street dreamin" - fuck you