uhh this real new york shit right here man you already know kool keith gee banga let s go uhh uhh yo yo i wanted keys in my collection so i loaded bullets in my weapon put on my gear gun in my hand prepare for this 187 see i m a hustler not a murderer but if you get on my fuckin nerves then i m gon have to murder ya badder than stores that s from the saudia pull out my tec gunnin yout neck execution style and just slaughter ya cookin them cracks that you be coughin up really don t give a fuck about family or who you the son of daughter of you gon really make me have to torture ya but that s my second name in the hood you can call me the extortion g to the danger is the enforcer of g k b and gangster shit that the streets could ever offer ya i always been less fortunate so i fuck bitches party and drink and blow that sticky to get up off of it when in reality you the talk of it so don t be surprised me cock back and be demandin you take off your shit this is war son you know we always packin that 4 and we puttin bullets straight through your door plus we stayin on point cause we don t wanna fall if you get caught slippin you ll get killed for sure brrrap this is war son you know we always packin that 4 and we puttin bullets straight through your door plus we stayin on point cause we don t wanna fall if you get caught slippin you ll get killed for sure i m international worldwide traveller beyond that block shit you hear about it y all can t avoid it when i drop shit it s like takin a fat ass sumo wrestler out with a dropkick you get they rap careers started my job is stop shit piss on anything y all spit door 1 i can play bob barker your bitch can t bid here better stay with the cock she picked with sauce on her lip boss i fuck up your lip gloss get your handicap games out nigga cause you gonna limp across like a slow man in the street y all niggas put up your umbrellas up nobody wanna fuck with my sunstroke heat that s on the strength after you leave the car wash i shit on top of your cherokee jeep when i knock on the door niggas play like they not home cause they scared to speak sleepin under beds wrapped up in fuckin sheets sega genesah nigga we finish a nigga  yeah check it dawg you cross me you might as well take your own life see i ain t takin no prisoners son i m even murderin your wife slaughterin all your kids yeah i m that trife then sit down listen to your rep and give a thorough sermon about the wrath of christ drink some hot cocoa sleep well that night then wake up in the mornin and write some ultra elevation do a show in italy dawg then listen to a standin ovation make a couple of songs in haitian spanish and japanese bee da dong yong i m great son make no mistake son you sleep on me all you want and i bet you they find yo ass in a lake son this is war this is war this is war 