| Make way for the nitty | 
| Gritty, bitty titty filler | 
| City after city time and crime rap dealer | 
| I don’t play football | 
| I’m not a playmaker | 
| My only way deep is to throw a haymaker | 
| School rule breaker | 
| Makin' teachers have a fit | 
| From the Goz show that’s | 
| How I learn to spit | 
| Man, some All Star Chuck’s | 
| And some coke to sack | 
| It don’t matter what color as | 
| Long it blue or black | 
| Cause I’m reckless | 
| Cuban necklace | 
| Never in the game that become wet fish | 
| Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit | 
| Man, I ain’t peepin' | 
| What what ya speakin' | 
| Homie gimme the loot | 
| Man, you filled with' truth | 
| And I’m filled with lies | 
| When we rap all these | 
| Muthfuckas' die despise | 
| Like the sparrow that narrow | 
| Nigga shootin' through an arrow | 
| You can see the klugg’s if you | 
| Look through the barrel | 
| Fools use chess like a VCR | 
| Worth as much as a CD-R | 
| Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar | 
| You got beef? | 
| Let my rap den rip ya car | 
| Disappear like a | 
| Motherfuckin' desert | 
| Mirage | 
| Smellin' so good like a red crosage | 
| That’s the way I fuck em' down | 
| Climbs around by sound | 
| Like how them whistles whip | 
| Through the ground | 
| Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela | 
| Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN | 
| Who cares what mood ya in? | 
| It’ll sound like thunda if I lose again | 
| Yeah nickatina I dun told ya | 
| The virgin of fame | 
| I’m like napoleon you beat like | 
| He come in the game | 
| Check’s is ready to name | 
| Then I pop the brain | 
| Ain’t a law in the world | 
| That can stop the case | 
| I wear Adidas | 
| Sometimes Fillas | 
| They’re the two leadas' | 
| The boy king | 
| Hit yo bowl, sack, low jeans | 
| At 3am | 
| Yeah the freeway mine | 
| And you can tell by the | 
| Ticket’s I’ve left behind | 
| You wanna get reckless? | 
| Don’t get checklist | 
| Cops motherfucker they respect this | 
| What’s on the wishlist? | 
| Man, I can get this | 
| I freak with big lips | 
| And she love the tongue kiss | 
| And cold as a tundre | 
| Seven’s the numba | 
| Split up the pie | 
| Or chop it like lumba | 
| Don’t forget the thunda that I said | 
| And all praises to Bob | 
| Marley’s mighty dreads | 
| We need to find someone to hunt down | 
| Think of the turn around | 
| The murder is murder round | 
| Tryin to burn em' down | 
| Reckless | 
| I all blessed it | 
| I hit the stage freak with such freshness | 
| Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit | 
| I’m lookin' way too cute | 
| You bitches raise the roof | 
| You got bacardi in ya' body | 
| 180 proof | 
| And I’m addicted to ya ass | 
| Like ya' name was truth | 
| I jump in the coop | 
| With a couple of bloods | 
| And bitch fuck ya party if | 
| The shit don’t bump | 
| Because I’m major fast | 
| I need major cash | 
| And damn your sister got major ass | 
| Homie reckless | 
| They won’t respect this | 
| I say the bitch is kinda like a necklace | 
| Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit | 
| I’m lookin' way too cute | 
| You bitches raise the roof |