One in the back wit ya f*ggot a** face down
Lucky that you breathing but you dead from the waist down
f** is on your mind? Talking that sh** that you be talking
And I bet you wish you never got hit cuz you'd be walking
But sh** happens and f** it, You done did your dirt
n***as is wondering, how the f** you hid your skirt
Right under they eyes imagine surprise to the guys
That one of they mans was a b**h in disguise
Stop f**ing with cats in order hits and slaughter more kids
Let me holla at you yo the Baltimore sh**
Nahmean I'm just robbin to eat
And there's at least a thousand of me like me mobbin' the street
When we starvin' we eat whatever's there
Come on you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means yo man couldn't walk
After the talk, about him not bein' on 1130 B to New York
And transforming a** n***as will get it quick
And yo for real that n***a 2Pac can s** my dick
And it's gonna take all them n***as in the West Coast
To barely move me, cuz when I blow sh** up
I have n***as fallin' like white b**hes in a scary movie
Ahhh, you know I don't know how to act
I get too close to n***as, it's like:
"Protected by viper, stand back"
What's this? I thought you n***as was k**ers, demented
f** ya'll want me to do wit this coward? Finish him descend it
[Outro]
East heard the west is, craving for a nightmare
Craving for a nightmare