[Intro]

It's that new hot-off-the-press shit

Zee Unit

Good lookin' 50, lemme run with this one

Chuh! (Whattup Shady? Kap, what's good?)

Yeah

[Verse]

When I was broke

I whipped out on few stars, like Harold and Kumar

Made 'em jump out of their new cars, ha

You're not home we come to plug ya? Pull a gun on your mother

Or your father, we don't give a fuck, one or the other

You soft, I get you streched like baking soda

While your girl drink my nut like Jamaican colas

I'll fuck her first, when I'm done, my cousin squirts

Then I go in her fucking purse and take a hundred Percs

I got this shit locked like Leavenworth

How it is in Heaven, it shall be on Earth

I spit a verse like the reverend, the head of the church

My bitch a registered nurse, she pump lead from her purse

Pop shit? We come where you stay there and spray it

You don't die, you better lay there and fake it

Talk shit like you controllin' the south

Like BIG, you can't talk with them fours in your mouth

Big fifty-cal'll put a hole in your house

Kill everything livin', nigga, it won't be a mouse