a street for coins Try to knock me off my square, nigga I won't budge I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit Try that strong arm shit and you get
the house of charm Chemical to the mouth but not to the arm My tastes spinning out of control Your face two eyes with a whole Suicide watch, king of the strippers Glorified hookers smash your
up, shut up, I'm not a double-up, boo Go get your feet done, your toes 'cause they knuckles up I'm not your average girl, I be your Bonnie right beside
trips and clothes shopping, most of the time We watch flicks on your surround sound, he watch boxing You better go beg or something before she go love him He's taking your
conquest From out the physical bondage, the thought Launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination Now open your eyes
Medusa Reduce your flesh into bones, prey upon your dead meat like a vulture Dig out your eyes, send your soul to Hell While your body is covered in flies
back to forensic labs Your finger prints popped up This is where it begins Your street name was Henry the Saint Staten Island's where your crib was at
a big ass kid Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers I'll show you how to pop revolvers Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes That
fucking hit the lottery If I ever hit your girl then this is my apology These suckas they be tripping bout these bitches trynna body me (Los) I'm about to go over round my arm
, uh, yeah, ey yo, C I O F F I E Q U double E N Z Come on ma your riding with me Leave the lame, respect the game When you hanging on my arm, you expect
Have you ever in your life experienced a day Where nothin' at all seems to go your way No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut You just could
t get away but yo you try to run son You doing the electric boogaloo with my stun gun Then you go to solitary lonely and tied up And plus from the stun gun your arm
a major part to him, arm, leg She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh Before my eyes could
one in the head Niggas thinkin' they the don, 'til they shit get bombed I put 4 in your shootin' arm, 2 in your legs Like 10 in your chest, the last one in your
middle of the verse My niggas hustle from first to first Twelve months in a year Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear Pat in your sock, trade at the
' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your
shittin' on your weak Datsun Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked I see dead corpses and Rolls Royces Put your heart on your lap, listen
deflate like air balloon Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon Like stormy weather, your fatigue [unverified] 'Cause we bust bullets, thinkin' much more clever Eatin' through your