till I'm a V12 sixer Im a 130 round clipper
as if I was Elton Brand
but I could never leave Chicago unless heavenly cargo
...i grind when the shyt hits the fan
like a line drive into the stands
the shoe fits the foot the mitt fits the hand
misfits hollow tips hit ya man
swallow nicks when dikks hit the land
like Snoop Dogg in his wheelchair
but I'm comin from the Chi
and I flip pies, Three 14 inch wheels
and they runnin on the side
West that is, YES F to the I
throw it up, now back to the pies
wasnt talkin bout Snoop Dogg's wheels there
I am Farrakhan wit the heroin
Salvatore Ferragamo my feet
pair of charms round my neck
skeleton vacheron on my arm
gangsta, runnin the streets like marathon
wit 26 K's
now let me break it down
I'm the leader of the pack
thats hard to believe if you fatigued and in the back
Im back to the master plan
I'm up front with the Africans they
swallow birds like Sylvester
its the French Connector Cooperstown collector
Yes sir, my lifestyles the shyt
they shyt lifestyles of that shyt
fukk it