Been hard at work elevation my game like Spud Webb
Some call it canibus, weed or seed I call it meds
The addiction is fed, but we aint a fast food establishment
Im known for handling it, keeping nit real shootin at managements
In the rat race I’ve led laps back to back to acquire sacks
Makin fun of lames and starin at bitches racks
You can drop dead, cuz im grimy I’ll leave you infested
My producer invested heard the demo and his patience was tested
Thinking to myself this aint shit aint right, held up like suge did vanilla ice
And I never saw Miami like Marino never saw super bowl ice
Fame aint worth being an Uncle Tom that’s what hurricane said
So he ripped G-unit on 300 barz like SARS left lil Asian kids for dead
Its high noon im like Billy the Kid at standoff to blast off them towel heads
Don’t wonna give up, I’ll fill ya body with slugs, an put ya in a dirt bed
I use to slang dope, carry pistols and did a six stunt in county jail
Sittin on the federal rail wonderin if my parents will post bail
Or will my gurl refuse to send mail? Or leave and set sail
Letting a foreign nigga drop anchor between her soft legs nightly
Put me on tilt slightly let me prove why I was locked up tightly
Up on CB4 but I aint Chris Rock when I bust through the door
Im scarface shootin up the place while your bitch ass hittin the floor
14 barz to 50 but im not gonna talk shit imma let game start shit
And it will be a sad day when Black Wall Street get at him and end it
I’ll be like Young Money and tell you why the block is hot
25 barz like a superstar one bar for every nigga I jacked or fought