V1- "Im walking on avenue 94 , in the mood for a 40 and a who*e Working for the power,sh** whatever comes with War begin with a note and a trumpet Broke so the drum kit manage, the war note wrote by the phantom Detailed directions for the new cannon in room 938 im wide awake Mind ponders, unknown eyes wander, we more filth than bong water Multiply if propaganda work proper Blacked out, like we armed robbers. (Shoot to k**) I promise shots are given in phonix, took the time to pay homage Reality is real f**ed no comics When the pills crushed , damn it we all on it V2-" Jump off the balcony of the 94th Age 27 if i haven't yet, when being low you let the gun talk for you d**h is for the weak and non loyal Respect is when im at royal, trying to get King level, general sh** Shooters ready one eye like fety Gunshot get the drum ringing, believe me No revenge i get even, regrets burnt with backwood leaves And speaking of turnt when the thump Chain gang your the weakest one See you later Remember when weed is done, whats left is vapor And whoever walked out is a traitor Judas in the flesh , put the rope on the neck or put the bullet in your head