(featuring Trife)       [Big Daddy Kane sample]   In control and effect   So what the heck, rock the discoteque      [Ghostface Killah]   Bring all the hammers and the buchanans   My click ran in and acted as blazin' as though we still standin'   Spot raid of Rich Gannon, I play the bench standin'   Front of them snitch cameras, blow up your bitch Hannon   Give her a quick chance to kiss glance   In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance   Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist, and burnt her quick   And stopped her wish, one of my wig pushed in   Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle   Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle   Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you   And that goes for any nigga who think that they better than me   Punch in his face, fuck him up mentally   Real robe and pop my throne   Pop a cop if he show signs of any kinda stop my flow   This is real life lyricist, never a witness   See me clappin' the tools, improve my wrist   The dude is, the ruger is super steel   Fall back, take a look at my face, for real   My attempts to kill, sent a gate to chills   When his brain hit the windshields, brake ills      [Chorus: sample]   Burn it it, aw, burn it   And you know, got to have them set it   Burn it, aw, burn it   What a life, not a life, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha      [Trife]   Yo, get hooked like syringe with dope in it   And you a dummy like crack bags with soap in it   See, well I'mma got a scope with it, drama don't approach with it   Blow you off the coast, now your momma got a coat with it   Young nigga, smokin' marijuana with the coke in it   Sellin' CD's, VCR's and the remote with it   Easy, duke, man I need this loot   Look at my face, all hairy like some kiwi fruit   Dead serious, showin' no teeth, holdin' my heat   Put his eyes in the back of his head, he goin' to sleep   For fuckin' with a top boss, niggaz get knocked off   I always drop shit for the streets like a cop's horse   Nigga you cock soft, scared to pop off   And I spit fire, my tongue's dipped in hot sauce   It'll burn you, toss and turn you   Have you bleed internal, get popped like kernels      [Chorus]