I don't think I ain't got my end of the streets, you knowI ain't a chitchatterAlrighty, all hail the almightyDespite all of your false-ityOlogies that occupy the topYour cream of the crop's all slightlyLight in the ass, I'm all lightningJab, jab, cross, jabUppercut, jab, lookI'm all Brooklyn like Zab's hookMy av took money before rapI was partner with some bad crooksLooking like your pops in the faceI had your dad shookShorty don't get popped in the faceOr get that ass whoopedGrow up where crack cookYou typing on a appleI'm from the rotten appleDifferent version of how Max lookExtended clip diesel like ShackfootMy rap book saved a lot of niggasFrom that crack cookThat pain I was giving outThat cane I was dishing outNot the crack fiendsI'm talking about the last sceneWhere cane was just spitting outLooking up at StaceyNow you got a StaceyThey say you keep playing with fire, you burnEvery time I play with fireI acquire returns on my investmentAnd lessons you be dying to learnLike don't sleep on dishonestyAnd lying to earnAnytime I'm on a beatI treat it like it's my turnThe verdict's outTill your hearing's adjournedIt's firmPut my life in these sentencesIt's bars foreverI put scars togetherRegardlessRegardless whoever you markAnd it's betterAll you marks mark for deathWhen I mark up this paperI'm grade A according to legendsThat's marking my paperSo when you act like you the bestThat's awkward behaviorBut don't call me the saviorI'm just awesomely favoredWhen you got rapping powerYou can take half a bar offLike it's happy hourMy chat devours half you cowardsPlease don't pass me flowersTill my casket's loweredOr I'm ashesHere's a classic hourWe use words like honorCodeLoyaltyWe use these wordsAs the backboneOf a life spent defending somethingYou use them as a punchlineI grew upWhere crip signs are threw upThey dress like suicide bombersThey clothes blew upMy burner is the Star Trek EnterpriseThe hard tech energizedLift your whole crew upYoYou cappin' like Kirk thoughNigga where your work go?Still passin' hoes round the circleNoOne main bitch that'll murk yoAss is smashin' a purple turboPorsche goin' berserk-oYour body dropWhile I'm knockin' out some featuresGoin' dumb in the booth like niggasDroppin' out of EnglishAfter sockin' out the teacherI crocodile my sneakersI'm flippin' policemenOff with PacPoppin' out the speakersI was that poor kidClimbin' in your windowFix me a bowl of cerealThen I just stole your stereoSold that * on Imperial* with my own materialMy bars bring death to your earsBut you don't hear meBust a cap cause I'm hardcoreDouble back, that's an encoreCouple Macs in a duffel bagAnd a hundred racks in the car doorLong BeachOver bagsNiggas got colostomiesStrikin' up a gang tagOn million dollarsCall a propertyGet hit with choppers properlyThey spit with high velocityBlast Master ChristianThis is my philosophy, huhDee-dee-dee-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-da-dee-dayWe can get you judgedIf you in New York or LAHardHonorCodeLoyalty