[Beat 1 (Mike Jones - Back Then)]:

Police coming, I see red and blue

Got blood on my shoes - I mean [?]s, I don’t have a clue

So I get on the move

I take a route out to my crib and go to sleep

And when I pass out, I saw the dream

Look, I see his face and it's bloody

Outside it’s rainy and muddy

And I can’t remember a thing ‘cause I was sipping that bubbly

My choppa be talking ugly

I’m punching - ain’t no discussion

Mexicans [?] Russian - they drummer boys like percussion

Pat-a-cake they caught it clapping, what’s cracking - we ‘bout that action

FOE you mess with family or money - watch my reaction

Pay men, and them bullets passing

Shoot the car up, make ‘em crash it

Burn about it, don’t know what happened, look

Hey, what’s your name, you say Julio?

You trying to do the most

I don’t need your name, you too friendly, boy, I don’t want your bootyhole

Get off my tip, I make your bottle flip

I grab that rubber grip, unload the clip and then reload the clip

Then spin the block again

Gotta watch my back, people out tryna kill me

He say we homies, fo sho, but I see the envy

Every night I get on my knees and yes, I pray the Lord

Deep in this game, no I don’t wanna play no more

[Beat 2 (Big L - Ebonics)]:

I said, please excuse my language

'Cause I’m ridin' with the stainless

I’m on some Wizard of Oz - I got no heart, I left you painless

I'm puttin’ haters to rest

I leave ‘em sittin’ in they car with they chin touchin’ they chest

I ride with a .45 - I call it my Dirty Harry

Pullin’ out my haters' teeth - you could call me the Tooth Fairy

I be stackin’ all my cheese - I’m like the mouse off Tom & Jerry

And just like my name is Halloween 'cause my haters be scary

I be standin’ like a cherry because I’m always on top

You see my girl’s like a car - I hit the switch, she make it drop

You see my hands like some firewood - because they love to pop

And I ain’t never gonna stop ‘til I explode like Pop Rocks

But I be just like Medusa - I hit you one time and you rock

I’m never empty ‘cause I’m stocked, don't I love it when my pockets Doctor Phil

Don’t ever need a gun ‘cause my lyrics always kill

My mouth is like a AK - and then it start the spraying

And bodies start the layin’ - and then my hostages be praying

Feel like I’m going insane can you even hear what I’m sayin’

No, I ain’t a green alien - but still I got the claw

Like my boy Ben said, yes, I’m gon’ hit you with them paws

You don’t wanna mess with me, 'cause I kick down your door

I hit you with the wooshy finger - and then the world explode

I’m on my Kung Fu Panda but these haters already know

You don’t wanna mess with me, I’m hard like dry Play-Doh

[Beat 3 (Gang Starr - Full Clip)]:

So when I pass by, I be chuckin’ up the deuce

Rappin’ out my Glock 9, I leave ‘em dancin’ like Footloose

On the run with a murder case and I’m leavin’ no clues

5-0 call me “killing beast” i that’s why I'm acapella

Wipin’ all the evidence, they be like: “Bird, you clever”

I ain’t hard to find, Round Rock - where I’m at

Bay City, my Hometown - I’ma put it on the map

I’ma have your whole family dressed in all black

I’m considered a killer ‘cause I spit up a killer verse

Fresh off the dome - my style is never rehearsed

And if you think I’m the worst, they save the best for last

That’s why you never see me first, I’m like dessert after dinner

I don’t wear gold [?] you still know that I'm the winner

I’ma slaughter any beat - why? ‘Cause I’m a stone cold killer

Moonwalkin’ on my haters - ‘cause I know that I’m the thriller

Lord forgive me for my sins

I leave instruments bleeding like the ink of my pen

Blood stains on my shoes, bullet holes in your shirt

And if you talkin’ to me slick, then I'm gon’ kick you where it hurt

And if you hand me any beat, then I’ma kill it with some bars

When I was younger, I would shoot for the stars

Now I'm 25 and I be aimin’ at they head

I hope you understand - the only thing that's red

Is the infrared beam on the scope and I'm comin’ through

Hangin’ like some rope, uh-huh-huh

They say I fell off, but I'm back on

Gucci with Louis Vuitton, I’m snappin’ off a bra and I be biting off her thong

She call me a dog, I give her the bone, woof woof

Yeah, you know that I got it, and you know I be wildin’

Yeah, it's Bay City Texas, I’m livin’ young and I'm reckless

Still be pimpin’ your exes, you know I'm comin’ down

Beat switch

[Beat 4 Jay Z - So ghetto]:

Rippin’ on this Lexus

Candy paint, bubbly

I done came down, and the attitude ugly

Straight up out the Bay, you know I'm here to stay

I done came down with the blue over gray

Swangas on them bows, and let them hoes know

I done came down tippin’, 4 - 4's

Man, what it is, I send a bitch here and there

I don't even care, I got curls in my hair

Diamonds in my teeth, but now they ain't right now

I'm bangin’ on this damn thing like bang-boom-pow

[Beat 5 GZA - Shadowboxin']:

Look, look-

I don't need no strap, I'm 250, bitch I'm a heavyweight

I take my shirt off, meet ’em in the front yard, and punch off his face

Strike like lightning with these hands, but I make ’em think I’m slow

Ten toes, I won’t never fold, I'ma punch his teeth down his throat

The gang picked me up, they asked me, “Is you down to ride?”

I said, “There’s clouds in the sky?”, they said, “Right on, we about to slide”

I asked the Lord for forgiveness, I’m about to commit some sins

Pistol underneath my pillow, I hope they try breakin’ in

They ain't leaving, I’ma leave ’em bleeding like ink from a pen

I'm a demon, and I go for heavens - God won't let a sin

So I'ma sneak in the back with a Glock and a smoke sack

Slow movin’ like Cadillacs, I’m at your eyes like cataracts

Beat switch

[Beat 6

[?]

]:

Took his breath away, gave him an asthma attack

Ayy, yo - I stopped poppin’ pills, now this lean got me fat

I call a [?] fatso, why? ’Cause I make her bust and lean back

And I dare his ass to run

Put some bullets in his booty crack - hold on

I’m a Dirty Bay baby, wavy, I’m saucy, I’m gravy

You better hide all your lady 'cause best believe I’m a stealer

[?] in the clip inside the stick look like caterpillars

Real recognize real, so why these haters unfamiliar?

Bobbin’ and weavin’, you could call me the spider silver

Hold on, yeah, yeah

[Beat 7 (Lil' Troy - Wanna Be A Baller)]

(Big T, That Mexican OT)

Wanna be a baller, shot caller (Wanna be a -, shot)

Twenty inch blades, on the Impala (Twenty inch, on the Im-)

Call her, gettin' laid tonight (Caller, tonight)

Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway, making money the fly way (I hit the highway, making money the)

But there's got to be a better way! (Yeah)

A better way, better way, yeah

I got a partner named Skelz, but we call him Skeleton

Inside my body there's Versace, but I got some Gucci skin

I’m from Texas, where we put some elbows on electric Benz

Fuck your love and fuck your friends - I’m strictly ’bout my dividends

My Texas tea is very bubbly, attitude ugly

Miss me with that friendly shit, lil’ boy, I ain’t your buddy

Grape jelly on the outside and this peanut butter gutted

Take a stroll through the hood, pop trunk, got me lookin’ lovely

Big pineapple with some Wockhardt

I’m from Big [?] Bay City all-star, uh

Matte black on my ARP, it look like it was Haitian

Killers in the system and they think they on vacation

Push up to my crib, my bitch think I’m inside a spaceship

Throw my Cadillac Escalade keys on my PlayStation

[?] Def Jam

Upgrade to a TEC now

Rock out at a show and blow it up like it’s a meth lab, uh, huh

You know what I’m sayin’?

Chopper sprayin’, bodies layin’, huh

Mama’s cryin’, can’t walk outside without somebody else dyin’

Friends… friends… friends, or these scandalous hoes

Or is it my homie, tryin’ to hate me on the down low

I got FTP, hope they understand me

I’m ridin’ in this game, winnin’ - one, two, three

Hold on -

See, I’m back on now

I’m ridin’ in this game and I’ma sit on, huh

Ass sittin’ on leather, but I’m about to change the weather

Pop trunk and you can see the neon lights and letters

Man, they say “Brown Pride” till the day that I die

I’m reppin’ Southside, hold on, till I drop inside the casket

Ride 'round with this ratchet, haters they can’t stand it

Pop up in this game and I’m breakin’ out of brackets

Why they hidin’ on me? I don’t even know

But Sway, tell ’em somethin’, we gon’ put it on a show

Now I'm back on, Boondocks

Uncle Ruckus, I love white women

You know that I be pimpin’, don’t need to mention

I’m never slippin’ I’m with it, I’m groovin’ in this game - hold on

Cuz I’m back and I’m with it

I’m a baller, 20 inch, crawler

I done came down and I'm - scholar

Hold on…