[Verse 1]

For the year 2G the rap game change for one name

Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane

Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated

You went platinum with a ghost writer

So in the game you won you cheated

My slang bang when you need it

You man enough to pull a gun be man enough to squeeze it

(*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it

Anything to do wit millions I'mma be with it

Hats off to the hardcore niggas, fuck the rest

In my guess y'all useless, just talking music

Never mistake me for a fake MC

You got the wrong identity, nigga I'm CT fool

Get murdered in a second in the first degree

Come to me with faggot tendacies

You'll be sleeping where the maggots be

Ain't nothing kinda used to beef actually

But when it's on I raise first automatically

Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty

Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime

Ten Bentleys in one line

Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines

Snipers hitting niggas long distance for a rate

Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floating in water

Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders

One love to the ol school niggas

They in the jail trying to raise us

Even the ones that tried to blaze us

But couldn't even graze us

See them bitch ass niggas y'all killing don't amaze us

Y'all slobbing I'm spitting wit a mouth full of rage

[Verse 2]

Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches

I'm hitting anything in plain view for my riches

VA's finest filling up ditches, when niggas turn to bitches

Die for zero digits; I'mma giant yall midgets

I know killers that kill for a fee

That'll kill your ass for free, believe me

How you wanna die fast or slowly?

Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie

I bought your shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me

All the hardcore niggas know me

I ain't knocking, I'm just gon' bust up in the motherfucker

Taking anything that's rightfully mines

Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines

Physique crew, thick designs

With jewels that shine all the time

Ain't nothing sweet about this rate of mystique

Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat your meat

Die reaching for heat, leave you leaking in the street

Niggas screaming he was a good boy ever since he was born

But fuck it he gone, life must go on niggas don't live that long

But hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong

Got niggas hollering Jewelz dead wrong on this song

This type of murder don't need no hook

Just forty fucking bars from the mouth of a crook