my flow's too inticing for you to pass it up
you pussy, and i just cant stand to see you actin tough
i traffic runs to lavish castles and slums
ace in the cards like Jim Carrey's, why i'm laughin it up
stackin the funds to keep you bastards away
stashin guns in my place in case they crash where i lay
where i stay's where i pray and you dont wanna interrupt it
the games like full toilets - it's taken enough shit
you lames is munchkins compared to my frame
my hollows like lobotomies, they tare at your brain
to dare is insane, Sunny's got it locked, bitch
bet you never tired, never runnin from the cops, snitch
i pops it, come into your crib like a locksmith
and let you die in rememberence of lyin like Johnnie Cochran
you not shit, pigeon - youre Andy Dick at best
while my broad's like Charles, in charge of handin me grips til death...
'07.