I let him know the deal

Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact

Damn, she got me tweakin for real

And find out how Lil Wyte will react

And every flow I bestow shall remain in tact

Blood for blood, blood for blood without remorse

I'm thinkin' of murder or robbery of course

What the fuck you got to say

It was on when we hooked up

Is what we done to get by day

Go and grab your cup

Smoke some'ing, hol' up

All falls down...

To come to your town

And the Outsidaz still creepin like rodents

From the streets not the sidewalk

We useless, I'm changing up syllabi's and students

You pump this on your block

Got the chickens on your jock

Need 'em 'cause I eat 'em

And never go near them

We tote toast like we careful

To when you wasn't handicapped

Nobody dance around, acting all playful

Wasn't luck, cause the cut kept

Some argued some screamed some beamed some slept

Talkin bout how Mike likes to skeeze and get

I want to start a charity to vanish and wipe it

So don't be givin me shit I don't need

A hack, just tryna kick back, you know - relax

The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed

In fact, it separates all the lies and the facts

Forensic DNA is the way I murder tracks

Catch her by the smooth hounds, cool sounds, he's ale

He caught this disease and couldn't stay outta jail

Punks at the tub, rope changes to roxy

GG: I don't wanna talk right now!

And leap to reap the freedom fighter mad galaxy

It's the best, who wan' know?

Cutthroat, bossin up for the dough

Eat fish and become a vegetarian

Performer from Astoria, yes I'm an historian

And the land is dry while the mothers cry

I thought he's supposed to be the all loving

Black Samurai, we never die, the third eye

Then it means that I'm doin my thing

Ya'll can't stop nothing, nothing, nothing

Daily warfare, It's over just a few words

Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards

And it ain't all about this rap shit bitch nigga

Gotta press on caise we must make it

If you real and I got bread, I owe you fuck-nigga

I gotta thank my nugga, ropin off the game pit

On my own pal yeah yeah I never left it

When I kick it, I like my shit