[Intro Sample: Blizzard from the movie Juice]

"Don't look at me goddammit!

Ayo Q, you want a piece of this?"

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]

City filled with this filthy air

Evil pump in my blood, how dare you to stare

Never felt fair, no room for a tear

Come on dump, don't give a fuck if the coast clear

Jacket cover the ratchet, pants hang to my calf

Burner over the ab, sendin' shots under your jab

You really wanna diss me?

Believe it like Ripley when I'm off the fifth of whiskey

Damaging my kidney, I wish a nigga tempt me

Then it's all bad, leave his parents all sad

Cops with a mystery, murderin' ain't shit to me

This a killing symphony, my nigga, for real

I still keep the weapon concealed, body will spill

Hollow tips stuck in your grill, give a fuck how you feel

Tired of resisting this murder addiction

Fuck a conviction, bust shots, slaughter conviction

Lucifer soul, my temperature cold

Eyes blood shot, throwin up blood clots, body in shock

I need me a doc, but I figure I'm too sick

Fuck it, adrenaline pumping may lead in to something

Assumption on life is still, livin' a trife

Asthmatic causing havoc, keep spazzin' til my brain get damaged

Still remain most scandalous, that bang hammers

Fuck surveillance, shit, murk in front of cameras

Dump 'em in the sand like tan or big blands

More grammar shit, I'm the illest motherfucker

Verse 2: [Kendrick Lamar]

Splash blocks like Dikembe when I sensai, who wanna shoot?

The liquor hear me, I'm off the Remy like Papoose

I got the truths of a thousand bishops

Troops of a thousand niggas, you can get your ass missing

Like a white bitch with big tits to be specific

I'm over they heads when the words get pledged

Fright night, gun tucked tight like a newborn

Dance with the Devil, hopefully you get your groove on

When I blaze this metal

Like a rolling stone, flesh and bones come out

Like a thug reunion, watch yall dumb out

Most likely, half of you fraudulent niggas don't like me

Scared to fight me even if you had hands just like me

K Dot, bare arms like a haltertop

Live from the barbershop, who want a fade?

Who want war? I got a drawer full of hand grenades

Take it back to them Contra days, so fall back

It's real, off cognac, and pills, we twist caps then peel

Bananas with the hammers, play if you will

A bullet proof for a shield, that won't work

I got big big very big big bullets, and they hurt

Lift up your skirt if you play pussy, don't push me, I'm light

You pushing up daisies, if the pump do a push up tonight

I put, I put a new price on your head, like a mannequin dressed well

Students from Harvard can hear the nigga Yale

I'm cold hearted, oh well

I get's retarded, the yellow bus I'm a park it

In front of your house, hop out, gun in ya mouth (Blakka!)

Duck shows in your peek hole, me and my Hoover crip

But all I bang is your bitch, don't get me twist

Let's do this, I'm ludicrous, disturbing the peace

Pacing back and forth like a stewardess, it's plain to see

Da Evils

[Outro: Bishop (2Pac) discussing Blizzard's death from Juice]

"If you gotta go out, that's how you go out!

That motherfucker took his destiny in his own hands!"