im fuckin pist
at life grabbin u by the rist
im gonna eat ya all
call me a canibal
im a motha fuckin canonball
like an animal
i'll rip u in to shreds
all ur threds
gonna leave them on sidewalk
ur body signed with white chalk
i look at u walk talk
and then i lock
my eyes on you
thats it ur through
u better run boo hoo  
maybe for u
but im all better now
feel happy does it show
do i glow
i dont know
i had to blow
id rather do it with my mind
write songs shine with ma rhimes
not be a scarface
that way no truble...on the double
no 911 commin dragin u on ruble
insted just scope that bitch
lookin so sassy n rich
get all ur stuff together...all u shits n bits
we're goin high class
take our sagging deuce up to the ritz

we aint got no Amarredos
down here
down at the ghettos
we're all from the way
if u aint u'r fuckin gay
the real thing is down here
so come on over bring u gear