I pump on the street from the A.M. to the P.M

A nigga want beef, I'mma spray him when I see him

Lay 'em when I see him, AK 'em when I see him

Hop out the Bronco and O.J. him when I see him

Cut a bone out his skin, fish filet him when I see him

Then wire his grill, Kanye him when I see him

My young'uns on they job, so I pay 'em when I see 'em

Turn Boyz II Men, I'll Wanya 'em when I see 'em

Cause I be on the grind from the P.M. to the A.M

Paint pictures with my rhymes, you can see 'em when I say 'em

My songs like movies you can see 'em when you play them

If a nigga want beef, when I see 'em I'mma spray 'em

For six G's, I could get your whip swiss cheesed

I'm like a red nosed pit, you a mixed breed

Bitch please, all 'em dudes in your crew ass

I'll get you strangled with the strings on your doo-rag

I'mma let you niggas talk all stupid, 'til you get hawked all stupid

Sparked all stupid, outlined in chalk all stupid

Dog I bite I don't bark all stupid, it is what it is

I'm in the coupe roof dropped all stupid

Fitted hat cocked all stupid, gettin' top all stupid

My clientele cop all stupid

We make sales on the block all stupid, it is what it is

It's a fact that I rap all stupid

Get your wig pushed back all stupid

We strapped all stupid, I'll get you clapped all stupid

Don't let the pills and the 'yac make you act all stupid

Yeah, I do my thing all stupid, let my chain bling all stupid

My ring all stupid and my earring all stupid

I got them things and I sling all stupid, stupid

Yo, my flow'll have you amazed and astonished

I been hot since I copped my first Sega with Sonic

Back in the days, when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics

I rocked the huge jeans and I played the Etonics

You know I blow haze, I be blazing the chronic

It got my mind scrambled like the egg in a omelette

I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise

Me and T like Malcolm and Elijah Muhammad

Me and Swizz like Martin and Jesse

But the fact that I can get assassinated, is starting to stress me

I ain't tryna let the police department arrest me

But I still keep steel tucked under the fresh tee

And I ain't just rapping for my health

So before you diss me, you be betta off clappin' at yourself

Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic

I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harold at the light