| Yo Fab what up nigga | 
| Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu | 
| Lot of shit going on | 
| Let’s get ready to go in though | 
| Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic van? | 
| Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin' | 
| Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button | 
| Over a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers | 
| Deep freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the waiters | 
| Coke, keep the?, instigators?, keep the flavours | 
| Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favours, see ya later | 
| The crew?, black and grey, we the Raiders | 
| Diamonds in my ear, please baby these are lasers, haters | 
| Front on me? | 
| Huh, I doubt it punk | 
| Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to lunch | 
| The D&G bag? | 
| That’s where the weed stash | 
| Keep cash, breeze past, fuck y’all, eat glass | 
| My tank on full, ease gas | 
| Stay on point with the white, (like who?) Steve Nash | 
| Gun go in the waist, dun' dough, I get cake | 
| Me and funeral Fab, front row at your wake | 
| Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag | 
| Fifth tucked, then what? | 
| Bullets hit your body fast | 
| We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had | 
| Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag | 
| Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary | 
| All the competitions in the cemetery buried | 
| Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry | 
| Pardon me, it’s the God in me, marry Mary | 
| But all them long stairs/stares ain’t necessary, hear me? | 
| Cannon with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry | 
| I’m talking sawed offs and 4 fizzys? | 
| Fuck knocking on the door, to blow the doors off, it’s more easy | 
| I’m at the top floor of the Wardarf, for four seazzys | 
| Nickname, never caught off the floor seazzys | 
| Tonight they lost?, ask Walt Frazier | 
| We had a little bet, wouldn’t say a vault breaker | 
| But watch your mouth, I’m not the best insult taker | 
| I make them call the yellow tapers and the chalk tracers | 
| They got names for niggas like y’all, it’s called «fakers» | 
| They should put anthrax in your salt shakers | 
| In due time let your semi spray, they kidnap my slime | 
| On a rainy day I got them back with two 9's and 20k | 
| Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more squares than? | 
| Our records carry? | 
| like a Fendi case. | 
| Huuhh! | 
| Four five meetings make a long day | 
| Rap LeBron James 23 a whole ball game | 
| That’s what we call cane, black rocks, all dames | 
| No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain. | 
| Haa! | 
| Skinny nigga on his? | 
| shit | 
| Benz doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid | 
| A cocky kid, no rappers but my pockets big | 
| «Can I Live» bumpin' pumpin' out my mamas crib | 
| Burners, mayhem murders | 
| Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Space Jams | 
| I’m causing funeral arrangements, make plans | 
| I’m Paid In Full, y’all ain’t rich like H-Man |