| I ain’t worried about the police | 
| I ain’t worried about these little niggas talking about they hold heat | 
| I ain’t stressing going broke | 
| I don’t never leave them residences alone, keep it on me | 
| I’m the nigga that you quote | 
| I’m the only conversation if you speaking up on Long Beach | 
| Get to acting like you know | 
| Don’t be acting like you bold, get it cracking at a show | 
| Heard the FEDs taking pictures, let a motherfucker pose | 
| Tryna be the only Crippin' nigga sitting in the Vogue | 
| Better put me on the cover, undercovers at my home | 
| Tryna catch a nigga slippin', but I’m stickin' to the flow | 
| Heard these niggas flippin' coke, why the fuck these niggas broke? | 
| If there’s shooters in the squad, what’s the bodyguard for? | 
| You ain’t calling me collect and I ain’t pickin' up the phone | 
| Got some homies from the set who ain’t never comin' home | 
| You wouldn’t know about it | 
| You a street punk | 
| You a muthafuckin' street punk | 
| No one know about you | 
| You a street punk | 
| You a muthafuckin' street punk | 
| This’ll blow up at you | 
| Where the cash at, where the cash at? | 
| Where ya pass at, where ya stash at? | 
| Bend my last rack doing head at | 
| Why? | 
| Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk! | 
| I don’t know if ya heard of me | 
| But you heard them shots on the block, it’s a murder scene | 
| Go on call the cops, open heart, durin' surgery | 
| Now his breathing stopped, stupid niggas should of knew we tripping | 
| Now we in the box, Winchester’s | 
| Hundred in the box, Smith Wesson | 
| Stuff it to the top and we coming to your spot | 
| Knocking on the door, askin' where he at | 
| Playin' games then we kick it down, everybody flat | 
| On the ground, kids get kidnapped, go and ask 'bout it | 
| Well you know how we rock it, nigga, you know who we wackin' now | 
| You ain’t never caught a body, know it cause you talkin' 'bout it | 
| Catch me off outta- | 
| You a motherfucking street punk | 
| You a street punk | 
| You a muthafuckin' street punk | 
| No one know about you | 
| You a street punk | 
| You a muthafuckin' street punk | 
| This’ll blow up at you | 
| Where the cash at, where the cash at? | 
| Where ya pass at, where ya stash at? | 
| Bend my last rack doing head at | 
| Why? | 
| Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk! |