Yo when i become a hiff ima quit the cig n ima quit the spliff mandemz saying battiboys can't get no mobile phone well ima say whatiff man dont hav a fone n***as gon b lyk u got 4s well we better go 2 da zone munchin on a icecream cone get out the gun to get ur hed blown ppl sayin am dumb well atleast am known...ppl fytin while the homeless ppl r cryin babies dyin youngsters lying little birds flying little kids seeing their mothers gettin buried in the grave they live alone their hearts beating dey ain't scared der brave f** the haters we ain't no slave ppl actin hard by smokin haze their makin me laugh dats abit crazed am blazed jus coz u dont get layed dat dont mean u dont get payed...let the haters hate let them fade let em commit suicide with a blade am jus chillin under the dark shade ... get out the gun shoot a son k** a hater for fun walk of wen ur done...