I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows
Where Xs mark spots and kitchens mark Os
Where love's gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas
And our bullets give you a deep-tissue massage
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins (AH!)
They shooting! Look in the barrel!
Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
Or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
We in that A-Town Journal as violent goons
You should print my information, quote my rhyme
And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the Menace
With mo' shyt out on the streets than evicted tenants, whoa!