well it s the baddest mothafucka in the clok it s the mad men fuck what you claim and bicth you know my name mr lil one the little one the baddest of them all the cleaver mothafucka with the shank and the pod score and you better belive that i m packin a gat and i m ready to cap any hood any home any dome mothfucka now it s on and he want to battle and put an end to my life but get with my bullet and drop any thoughts of a man tryin to get wise livin up in disguise you stupid mothafucka you re wanted by my eyes see you re shot and been murder and layin next to a curb for trying to be brave ridin him off in a hearse hit em where it hurts and fatal turn for the worst you re fightin em off in the battle and you didn t want to meet any part of a devil but you lost and you failed and i m stomping on your last nail i told you i warned you your family will morn your so you hading comin with the mouth you were runnin you knew death would call you the day the devil saw you