yeah what s the word young brick flair in this motherfucker you know what i m saying my nigga this just a day in the life let mine hang to the right we brought them things to the fight cold chills rang through the night run up we banging on sight you keep the chains and your ice we dont do shit for the fame nigga we came for your life westside get it brackin got pain up in my heart got your life up on the dashboard little nigga you asked for it big ass 45 knocking shots up off the backboard pop a xan and flash forward its nothing to me but a little blood on my sneaks get run to your knees in front of your niece you dont want it with any one of my gs dump in a trunk leave you slumped to your seats show you my face before i leave your soul to these streets got em like oh boy oh lord mini van dan machete waving out the front door who want war you looking at the five six deuce drunk driving off the 91 hope i dont crash and let a hostage lose young and brazy mama pray that godll save me im the undercard but they dont underpay me fiends is itching know im just racing it theres money on the corner do you got the heart to chase it get off from waiting pussy illuminati want my mind soul and my body illuminati want my mind soul and my body  this just a day in the life let mine hang to the right we brought them things to the fight cold chills rang through the night run up we banging on sight you keep the chains and your ice we dont do shit for the fame nigga we came for your life westside get it brackin loony gangsters on the rise got a pistol in my lap got murder in my eyes whats the outcome youll see when you come out front crowd jump these regulators mount up them bodies count up i found luck between a pound of the finest in whitney houstons white dress her lipstick is a slight mess from the nose snow out the ice chest write verses cuz they write checks which way imma roll the dice next who knows if my life next this the sound of pirus and the pyrex bundle up them dime sacks show your bitches where the pipe at rearrange it where her spine at be right back slip where the dotted lines at be careful where you sign that killers on the scene leaning off a fo here to fuck your bitch and letting everybody know spitting like you owe me something never say im better than pun but im the closest one nigga illuminati want my mind soul and my body illuminati want my mind soul and my body real gangbanger yall stick to hip hop moving with the homies keep a 40 over six shot rappers love to shit talk but thats how you get pac ed the dollar shelves hot for boys trying to be g this big momma s house we hiding money in the t v s my granny drove a caddy and my daddy was a tg my momma told me baby boy you talk too much but it dont matter cuz im always down for backing it up im bout that accurate that actavis is not in my cup im on some active shit i dont need nothing slowing me up as far as rapping shit it aint a nigga showing me up this shit is effortless for lack of speaking thinking of some better shit to do with my time like make a million before the world end and put a baby up inside a pussy nigga girlfriend if you aint a friend to me believe you is a enemy no in betweens im leaving niggas leaking where the curb end4