look,its that nigga money baggz comin at-chu//
tha one who spits the facts-dude,leaving niggaz minds stiffer then a statue//
i'm sick on the mic, ha-chu!//
i do what i do wit no regrets-at all//
not the type to buy begets-at the mall//
forget the diamond rings and cars,i'm saving for that big-house//
half ya'll lyrics i'm findin them in songs,claimin more then what came out ya big-mouth//
cmon lets keep it real half ya'll can't rhyme at-all//
like half the rappers whos fallin-off//
i'm callin ya'll bluff,like a crack head gettin high off tylenol//
or like ya'll kids claimin they poppin guns but can't load-one//
or own-one and keep it in they pocket//
to scared or to weak to pull it out cock it and pop-it//
but one things for sure this site i'm bout to lock-it//
"just fuckin around get at me"
