Listen, I'm the definition of a monster Sitting like a mobster Revolver on my lap, barrel full of Black Talons I lick it at your sqaudron, roll up, like "hold up" Start spitting while I'm driving Peel off, then roll up You n***as better slow up, before you bang the f** out I aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the f** out All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buck wild All up in the dirt, ma screaming "Get the f** out!" No. Phil I was raised at, South Philly I plays that Wherever I'm around, I hold it down like a wave cap Yeah my n***as stay strapped, blaze and I'mma blaze back All over that yolk and get your motherf**in' egg cracked Northside a Bird Streeter, Southside a Eight Baller Posted by the green gate, cops come we scrape on 'em