talking testin yea let s do this shit baby shit i don t know i can t hear that shit you know my niggas they control the weight from the golden state i hold your fate in the palm of my hand wit this here throw away i empty out and load the k the lil figga wit the gun that s bigger than him it s kinda hard to hold it straight but still i knock louie seen shit rip through him got stooie wit my killa click cop chop shoot him like i m fresh in the game just reppin my name young and in love wit the tec when it flame you know my name shit i was on the block wit a freshly chop though didn t have spinners i m out the bag that s my knock bro fresh out the box wit the glock though plus my niggas ridin tonight two of em waitin for that fiend rental to slide through then my hustle gon pause for this tooly by the muscle in my drawls me no tinsel wit y all i touch y all half way niggas rookies and will never touch raw buy the crack and watch me bring the applause blocka blocka mac matic slanguistics break it down in fractions every verse a nigga spit is like a commercial for boss mackin when it hit the streets you should just see how they re actin animal attraction you fiends is relaxin hit it once and back spin mac slap the captain body bag the boss man you don t want it to happen cutthroat approach leavin t shirts soaked bust shots at your throw back leave hoes where the team go valley joe crest coast mackin to the next level highly professional street level but high post ghetto to ghetto boonies to barrios cess spot turf every h double o d meezie and dreezie make it look easy grimy and greezy don t make me leave yo moms weepin my nigga j klyde will leave em where you ll never peep em all my peoples quick to push that line for they seaman  a few years ago when i used to grind police used to fuck wit me all the time a young codwell banker a gunthy ranker strapped wit thump thanker a cold drunk tanker stupid dumb mentally disturbed i used to bother people and get on people nerves standin on the curb trynna get it off i sell it to em hard but i buy it from em soft i m a felon and a boss it s funk i spray dude dump out the prelude on them punks and gay dudes i pay dues you can t fit mac dre shoes i break laws and i don t obey rules i drive wit my l s suspended get apprehended cop gets commended now i m a defendant they forcin me to spend it on fines and fees p d mad cause i m makin all kinds of cheese