0I get on the track exploding
Dead bodies floating
Im the cause of the menace follow me when I be moving
Im a sick typer ender
The quick tempered slayer
Niggas wanna hate cus I be loving the playas
Im on, top of the nature
Ill never be captured
I be the one stackin the beef with all them dirty mekjas
Imma never stop
Wheels turning swingin ya back to the start
Always in the circle of redemption up in ya heart
Never see me on the floor always got head up
The beaners wanna put me down but then i still stood up
Ya messin with the wrong type of infection
Pennusiline got the body fluid rejectin
Im intercepting so many nigguhs think they stepping
But 8 to the 1 to the 8’s wut im reppin
I get it close outta place
Spit splattering
Them niggas all up in the face
So now they scattering
Scared cus I got my spit representing straight up
Talk about the mekjas in the hood now they messed up?
Put ya hands up! Put ya hands up! If ya wanna see jin put ya fukin hands up!
Put ya hands up! Put ya hands up! If ya wanna see jin put ya mother fukin hands up!
Put ya hands up! Put ya hands up! If ya wanna see jin put ya fukin hands up!
Put ya hands up! Put ya hands up! If ya wanna see jin put ya mother fukin hands up!
