i was rollin through the hood one day thought shit den calmed down gang bangin den played out by the years since i den been around ain t talked to nobody from my block cause all my niggas is locked up and it s been all ever i seen wit a guillotine so i was in the cut supreme fifteen grams and some greenodine ain t seen a block nigga since but now i be off that killa green so i m 007 murder redrum wit my three fifty seven brotha lynch hung but the bitches call me kevin they try to make me think they close to me but neb in you know i gots to stay high keep recipts for alibis and the meat they ate from them drive bys ain t mine cause mine s a supe desguise as i swoop the skies high off that buddha tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs and it got me high labeled mr fedex got to get to my next plot unlock the freezer get the meat for the rocks and heat the heat cause it s the nine neb in and it s hot den a mothafucka i mma stay loaded up krondike in the trunk and a pound full of james brown cause i gots to get loaded so hold up soldier the count goes nothin but notches booches fill my pockets hit em up everyday gotta have my pay the ganjay got me high now i m paranoida den these booches filthy rich i mma take the loot and the dig a ditch tell your neighborhood bitch to miss me with that ho shit cause i mma get this nigga when he surface and that s on everything i love i gots to split his wig opened up the little blue packet stung him like a yellow jacket rib cage heavily padded hit him with the automatic shells send him to hell express from his mailing address we got his name for sho then we went to the house and did that shit i know i said i do it alone in the past everybody in the neighborhood knew somebody betta jack his ass up like a six four impala you floatin on dirty water pack your shit up nigga like it s on only you and your woda goda track your ass down smoke your last pound and the count goes  and i was late gettin home intoxicated fight with my old lady she was comin at me unreal hit the blunt now she s animated motivate through you like a foggy mist you can hold me in your chest plate like that nitro hit first degree told me if the weed can talk it ll talk some shit gotta get me an underspot make me a hemp museum like b legit i m tryin to bump my head on the moon live so high up in the mountains eatin snake meat fried raccoons with a attitude i need food to eat up smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up top notch programs dos mode windows 95 upgrade siccmade stay paid til the day in the ground i lay i mma stay loaded up in my trunk i got the blow you up and it ll blow you up and the count goes 1