(Esham) U can get kilt 4 this rap I bust So many wicked rhymesayers tryna buss like us Who do you trust? None of these hoes Cause I bust my gun at everyone of these hoes Im runnin these hoes but then I suppose They wanna k** my style cause of my cla**ical flows (What about the kids?) f** the kids n***as doin bids, 9 years old and I split ya wigs Who do you trust nobody but I can rock a party With the shotty in my pocket gauge backstage co*ky (TNT) U can get kilt 4 this blood can get spilled for this Number 1 suicidalist Knockin n***as off my most wanted list Pist, still I got the mic in my fist Drink crys or drink piss Better yet slit ya wrist Put ya body in the morgue stench whiff I got to get Drop wicket sh** wigs I split Rhymes I spit still got beef with the government (Mastamind) Hard to the core, all wicket Think we all lyrics, they all can get it Got em all scared, when its just a song Don't cross the line, don't step in the wrong Don't rep my city like a b**h, be a G We the D, B-I-G-G-E-S-T Bump this in your basement or the hottest spot All chaos and whatnot when NATAS drop Just rock it, Drop the drama kids You don't know what drama is Bout more than this rap sh** If he flow let you know what time it is Keep beats discreet yea we know where ya momma live Don't suffer the consequences Dog im in this, never defenseless, ima win this So don't ask a dumb question Ya might catch a left and right hand lesson