Why explain the game? Nig-gas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If victims can't stand the heat,
Then stay the fukk out the kitchen.
Have these bustas switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin suckas plenty space.
Have these bytch nikkas snitchin.
Where are we now? Guns found daily.
The feds surely hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap.
Attack. Words bein known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury.
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd stay silent if you nikkas knew me. Truely effective.
The shyt you heard ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bytch.
Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam.
It seems nikkas ain't recognize my team.
Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti.
Unload it. Cuz nikkas ain't ready. The life of an outlaw.