"bust shots outta sun roofs of Lexus coupes, leave no witnesses, what you think this is.
Ain't no amateurs here i damage and tear, Mc's fear me, ya too near , not to hear me.
Clearly I'm the triple beam dream, 1000 grams of uncut to the gut.
It seems fukked up the way I touched up the grill, tryna play guerilla when u ain't no killa.
The gats by your liver, your upper lip quiver,
Your ready to die, tell God I said hi,
And throw down some ice for the nicest Mc,
nikkas know the steelo, unbelievable."