Ayo, if you gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nikka, might as well be a head
'Cause if you target the LOX
You might as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered with rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ya puta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfukker rule
Enough to drop my chain in coffee and keep shyt cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shyt, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shyt paid for, yours tagged
And every bytch you grabbed, Sheek been done bagged