[Verse 1] Even though I would mind just to f** and sell You'll never catch me up on TRL , I'm somewhere else You know those other things And it wasn't my fault when your door bell rang, yo You must have done something stupid, you f** Like tellin' your s*ut how much sh** you sell in the park Cool, aight man, then we'll figure that out Let's get back to the topic, I'll show you what I'm about I'm about hip hop and it's not for kids By know you be like "Who the f** he thinks he is?" Matter of fact, who the f** you think I am? Just another broke who's worth a hundred ?? A hundred mill, when I spit I shoot to k** On stage I'm a beast a listen to Ill Bill I'm on the white trash music you know I'm on my grind but it's not for dough Not for fame, not for props All I really wanna do is spit till the motherf**ing beat stops Don't ask me, ask yourself what you doin' here And go look for your girl cause she's in the rear Me? I'm piss drunk and it's nothing new I got a bottle in my hand and had a sip or two I'm saying man, I know that you don't want me to It's alright I'ma leave when my sh** is through! [Scratch] "Get ready prepared for war on the streets "The war zone"