Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm
be quite Frank Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink And I'm steady smoking buddah I do the Evil that'll bend you when I get you I'mma sit
I.G.)] Quiet when I speak to you La put the heat to you Real king of New York, I'm dying in my vechicle Like Frank White, Ali Vegas got his bank tight
weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess
I got some bad news I seen your girl at the park Chillin on the deelow with this dude named Mark Now I ain't one to gossip and I know how you are But
be patient I know this ghetto grammar But I'm a street dude normally I just speak rude Martin luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him Noble peace
words of the man, now I'm hella faded Now I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state it Your entire empire is tired, y'all need to retire Like an old player
cause if I go to jail again I pop a plea, and I'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee) A nigga talk shit so I banged and I step Another notch upon my rep (killa