[Verse 1]
Yo, f** the long talk
Life too short
Get caught short
Find your body outlined in chalk
Mind how you walk
There's [?]
Looking to transport your a** to court
For half a quarts
You're getting scorched like torch
[?] import
Feds waiting at the airport
CID on force
Inspector Morse
Swore on his life that [?]
Walking a thin line between love and hate like a tightrope
These part times but these are hard times
Klashnekoff, the never ending saga
Pica**o when I put pen to paper
Painting pictures with a razor
So when times are hard, keep that in mind