I'm hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill   Yo, yo, yo Flipmode is how this nigga roll   Finger on the trigger low   Quick to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold      Lock and load, my heavy metal rock and rolls   If you gotta go you gotta go, that's part of the show   My heart is cold like a Nautica nailin' niggaz like carpenters   Stalkin' the hardest squadrons, spark 'em from New York to Arkansas      Watchin' the projects is how I got my logic   Economics is pickin' pockets then we split the profit   The only shit I pop is what my glock spit   Watch for the cops since we spark the chocolate      'Cause the blocks are hotter than the fuckin' tropics   In topless bars, college girls with no bras   My whole squad got blow jobs smokin' Godfather cigars   Live large like Scarface, parlayin' to far place      No car chasin', she's watchin' all the stars in space   Safe and sound in my playground with my tre pound   Got eighty rounds just in case clowns wanna play around   I lay it down for them non-believers      Them non-achievin' niggaz that wanna be leaders but can never beat us   Y'all better greet us if you ever see us   (Word up)   TS, Beatnuts, double up, but grab your motherfuckin' heaters      Slammin' MC's on cement   The beats, the nuts   Got you froze like gun point      It's the hard-little pistol packin'   It's the control freak, leave you with a whole in your cheek   Worst attitude in rap, Ju stay in the streets   I gotta eat, the only thing I'm playin' is keeps   Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap      You sound weak, anemic, like you get no sleep   Fuckin' with me, you outta your mind? Get outta your Jeep   Ya know I'm gonna beat you till the police come   And tell niggaz who the fuck I got that Roly from      Psycho Les   Yeah, ugh, what, jump out the Rover and let you know its over   And grab you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma   Drug you with my music son, you'll never sober      While your chicks on my boing on a leather soafer   Chillin' there, iced out billionaire   In war clothes blastin' as I blast led through your Versace wardrobe   What motherfuckers      Slammin' MC's on cement      Common Sense, Common's tellin' ya   Picture a king, with heater, holy book, and big rings   Real nigga doin' big things interpreting dreams   Off the Jim Bean, ain't shit sweet for sixteens      My God's got the block sewn to the inseam   I'm on the other side, trying to get green   So I flash and trash that ass at least a day   Warrin' with self I battle, the Middle Eastern way      Bring heat like the months, that's east of May   Casket in the road and saw a new school that knows the old   This memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a road less traveled   You rock, but been through less gravel      My mystique suggest battle and what have you   Rip a nigga from New York to west coast, Chicago   Don't give a fuck where he from he'll get beat like a drum   Till this rap goes numb, seekin' the hot Medusa from circulation      I strangle this string music, and suffocate a drum   Wanted to be a star till I seen I was the [unverified]   Got my weight up like Pun   Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get passed   Fuck a mic check, I bring my flow in cash      [Unverified]