Everything is crisscross patterns turn
Mine on snap when the indo burn
I'm livin wreckless. My k**a cross over in the (?)
Pushin coke from Fillmore to the projects in Texas
Austin, b**h yous a hoe what you callin
Smokin indo like a fat rat, Chewy like a Charleston
Charleston chewy no sambooy
Motherf**er what you do like Scooby Doo
n***a, I see you
I don't trust my lawyer but n***a I'll sue you
I'm a diamond in the ruff
I got you with my pistol (?) and n***a yous f**ed
I'm lookin like a gentleman clean, cut, and handsome
But thinkin like an inmate with life up in Folsom
Stuck up in the game like a suction cup
Don't ask me for sh** cuz I'm stingy as f**
My c**aine style got you fiendin for more
Cuz standin in your presence is a real drug lord
My bread; I can't get enough of that cash
So when you talkin about mine motherf**er don't laugh
I'm serious. Your bread'll disappear in the night
From Oakland to L.A. a raider fan for life
Fours waggin you're laggin. Engine in the back
The queen of the streets yeah b**hes still crack
Mind state; but n***as it may be too late
Cuz n***as need a joint just to concentrate
I need money miss me with a muthaf**in pool
n***a I'm comin like a swiss malt liquor
Pool fin to rap with my pearl-tipped razor
Watch me blow up like a dope dealer's pager
b**h don't play you'll get read like a chart
And if you wanna f** a n***a you'll get rode like bart
So muthaf**er check the????? alpine
????? the sign that f**ed your mind
With a vengeance n***as run like welches in a kitchen
Mothuf**a listen to my mercenary mission
n***a pain, pain, pain
f** these records and this motherf**in fame
I stay awake like an owl, muthaf**a, HOO!
Hoes around the way smokin indo too
My c**aine raps they can't get enough
Mr. Jim Jones I'm a diamond in the ruff
Get with me. Feelin fifty
But I don't think you motherf**ers hear me; n***a
Pop pop pop motherf**er drop x3
Pop pop motherf**er you better drop
Pop pop pop motherf**er drop x3
Pop pop mother f**er you better drop
Murdera, murdera, murdera... STOP.