yo straight out the ghetto i m damn hood i stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods baggy jeans no timbs acg boots livin in the crack spot bangin that sheek louch the narcotics is far from garbage whether it s cold or it s late august my shit is fresh cuz i catch the hottest my little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin you know we be the boys clockin the graveyard shift big bubbles countin the cream burnin the lazar spliff my man jumps out the whip with the ar 5th and we ball from plenties of parties cause we start shit parole holes six months in the box my little sister got her head shaved off she made it home from shock we sellin cartons pampers similac formula anything you take because the paper keep callin ya gangsters keep ballin fosho we want more we make it rain from the tech and the wop the next coroner priests don t have enough cups for us to slow us up they hit us with dusk then they rush bust my man big ron will break the cuffs 300 pound nigga po po has to fuck him up they say that my projects should undergo therapy we never voted we votin for oprah obama and eric b  guns imported from duval wheelchairs and shit bags peach snapples and pretty scalpels renaissance i ll stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel i ll blow a nigga for a box of huggies cop killers with a box of dummies dummies stuck to the project floors niggas is suited up and we ready for war it s the broad street bully and the killah with no face my mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase yeah my knife work like the guillotine sword cutting niggas stop frontin for my killa bee swarm something empty out the whole clip and reload shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke stove yeah and i m all about that bullshit the casket the hearse and the pastor in the pulpit i kill a nigga at the drop of a dime just imagine what i d do for a quarter ain t no tellin what i d do for a dollar pop a nigga right in front of his mama son a nigga right in front of his daughter and i m nothing like your father you couldn t come from these nuts i got and c baltimore sucked this cock i know most of y all wouldn t understand get it understand yeah some niggas will and some niggas won t like some niggas kill and some niggas don t you s a fake it til you make it of nigga i m a straight up take it type of nigga pistol whip a nigga til i break it type of nigga i m hard on chumps most of these dudes is fags put the guarder on pumps push the broom up they ass or the knife like american me american sig is muslim so i ain t feelin bush overseas i think with the wisdom of malcolm got the soul of a panther so by any means is the anthem you gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer i can t stop won t stop this how we do it from philly to shaolin