Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood   I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods   Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots   Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch      The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August   My shit is fresh 'cuz I catch the hottest   My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes   Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'      You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift   Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff   My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th   And we ball from plentys of parties 'cuz we start shit      Parole holes, six months in the box   My little sister got her head shaved off   She made it home for shop   We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula      Anything ya take because the paper keep callin' ya   Gangsters keep ballin' fosho, we want more   We make it rain from the tech and the wop   The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us      To slow us up, they hit us with dusk   Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs   Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up   They say that my projects should undergo therapy   We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B      Guns imported from Dubra   Wheel jazz and shit bags   Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels   Renaissance      I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel   I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies   Cop killers with a box of dummies   Dummies stuck to the project floors   Niggas is suited up and be ready for war      It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face   My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase   My knife work like the guillotine sword   Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin'      Empty out the whole clip and reload   Shot gun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove   Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit   The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit      I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime   Just imagine what I do for a quarter   Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar      Pop a nigga right in front of his mama   Son a nigga right in front of his daughter   And I'm nothin' like a father   Couldn't come from these nuts I got      To see Baltimore suck this cock   I know most of y'all wouldn't understand   Get it, understand   Yeah, some niggas will and some niggas won't   Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't      You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga   I'm a straight up take it type a nigga   Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga   I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags   Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass      Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim   So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas   I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther   So by any means is the anthem      You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer   I can't stop won't stop   This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin