Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn ho...r like a whole rack of canned goods...Livin' in the crack spot, bangin'...The narcotics is far fr...s fresh cuz I catch the hottest...My little cousin bubble swatc...You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift...g bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff...My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th...e ball from plentys of parties cuz we star...oles, six months in the box...My little sister got her head...he made it home for shop...nything ya take cuz the paper keep callin y...e make it rain from the tech and the wop...The next coroner priest... Big Ron will break the cuffs...Snapples and pretty scalpels...a pick in yo gut at the chapel...w a nigga for a box of Huggies... killers with a box of dummies...Dummies stuck to the project floors...It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face...My knife work like the guillotine sword...Empty out the whole clip and relo...The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit...I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime...igga right in front of his mama...igga right in front of his daughter...I know most of y'all wouldn't unde...ard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags...Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass...Or the knife like American...I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther...So by any means is the anthem... have to cut me out the track like cancer

Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn ho...r like a whole rack of canned goods...Livin' in the crack spot, bangin'...The narcotics is far fr...s fresh cuz I catch the hottest...My little cousin bubble swatc...You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift...g bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff...My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th...e ball from plentys of parties cuz we star...oles, six months in the box...My little sister got her head...he made it home for shop...nything ya take cuz the paper keep callin y...e make it rain from the tech and the wop...The next coroner priest... Big Ron will break the cuffs...Snapples and pretty scalpels...a pick in yo gut at the chapel...w a nigga for a box of Huggies... killers with a box of dummies...Dummies stuck to the project floors...It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face...My knife work like the guillotine sword...Empty out the whole clip and relo...The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit...I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime...igga right in front of his mama...igga right in front of his daughter...I know most of y'all wouldn't unde...ard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags...Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass...Or the knife like American...I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther...So by any means is the anthem... have to cut me out the track like cancer