| I’ma ride on you mothafuckas, I dun had it Bitch I’ma thugs that sells drugs and brings static | 
| Status of a king play your minds like strings | 
| Shoot any mothafucka like it ain’t no thing | 
| Blink, enemies against walls I’m an outlaw | 
| Make a punk snitch say my name before I break his jaw | 
| Make him crawl like a snail leavin trails of blood | 
| The only thing you got to witness was the smell of bud | 
| No love for imposters they get assualted | 
| Make a mothafucka bleed out the eye socket | 
| Out smarted any fool that ever tried to come close | 
| The barrel of my snub is pointed right above they nose | 
| Bullet holes cover your close for tryin to act like a hoe | 
| Got you in the basement facin hell with no where else to go It’s Mr. Shadow the mothafucka always chiefin | 
| Flipin off the world sayin fuck what you believe in Fuck what you believe in | 
| I’m leavin bodies bleedin | 
| With need of paramedic treatment | 
| 911 could resue you if they hurried | 
| They arrived at the scene | 
| And found your body getting burried | 
| Now lay your ass down and don’t say a fuckin word | 
| Aim at mothafuckas like a deer in a herd | 
| Plow, the shot is heard in the distance | 
| Break a fool down from a prince to a princess | 
| God as my witness | 
| I feel the sickness of a monster heart full of rage | 
| That’s why I pack a revolver and a switch blade | 
| Bitch made fools get hurt in a brawl | 
| After all your boys are dead who the fuck you gonna call | 
| Don’t stall when you talk me Studderin, I’ma murder that mothafucka for liein | 
| Want me dead then keep tryin | 
| I’m still on the grind back handed fools like ghost | 
| Throwin up the 2−0 and stayin the fuck away from 5−0 | 
| Life on Deigo streets we bring nothin but raw scenes | 
| On gangs drugs and guns from the slums of SD | 
| See, I play for keeps and all my people feel the same | 
| So fuck what you believe in, I’ma let the fuckin shot reign | 
| Intimidation’s what you feel when I’m walking towards ya Look you in the eye, give a grin and then ignore ya Damn ain’t that a trip this mothafucka must be tweakin | 
| That’s what you were thinkin but you’re life is what I’m seakin | 
| Speakin from the domes puffin green types of dubs | 
| Kickin it with fuckin felons a family full of thugs | 
| Slugs bein busted no man is being trusted | 
| For those who thought I wasn’t I’m blasted you and your cousin | 
| Lovin every second of this mothafuckin rush | 
| If anybody’s watching no stopin it from the hush | 
| It was me with the one with guns in my arms bringin harm | 
| Settin to break alarms droppin bombs I’ma con | 
| Gone out my mind when I choke on my leaf | 
| The last man standin fuck a nation under peace | 
| War is now decleared leave your troops all bleedin | 
| Ain’t no one leavin so fuck what you believe in |