* (Hook 1 x2)  Mentally dis-turbed  Crooked thoughts keep running through, my head  Got me disturbed (Got me disturbed)    [Verse 1]  They say I'm mentally, dis-turbed  Ya heard  Still I kill 'em softly  With nothing but words  Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and, verbs  Still perch on the curb, dogg  Ain't nothing changed  Except these  Muthafuckas dipping all in my business  Trying to steal my thangs  Ain't gotta say no names  Nigga you made your stand  Burn up  So turn up the volume on that fat bitch  Cuz you done played your hand  Now I'm bout to fade your man  On the deal  That's how we do it where we dwell  Set the stage  And page Fortnum to bring the hell  They'll never see it coming  Cuz they running  From the wrong thang  See we got bait  So sit back and wait, nigga  And collect the change  Still want to bang  I will go get it  I'ma slam a beer, nigga  And dat my fucking career  You don't know what to do with it  I'm like a jewel with it  With longevity  Coo Coo Cal, muthafucka  AKA, nigga  Calvin Bellamy  Slick muthafuckas done hit a nerve, nigga  They claim I'm sick  But still bumping my shit  And riding my dick  So that makes me disturbed    (Hook 2)  Feeling disturbed  Got some thangs on my mind  Like the walls is closing  And I'm outta time (Mentally dis-turbed)  Need some time to think  Too much chess going on  My mind is blank  But I gotta hold on    (Hook 1 x2)    [Verse 2]  They claiming I done lost my mind, nigga  And lost my grind  But my rhymes designed, nigga  Strictly for the struggle  Fuck a flosser sign  Even though it calls for mine  We keeping it real, shit  Still up in the ghetto  With the fellows, nigga  Toting 'em, still  See it's bout dollar bill  And that's all  Black greedy  Fat hogs  Stumping up through your city  With them stacks, y'all  And we coming in 'llacs, dogg  With pipe guns  Paint, flipping  Got niggaz tripping  Cuz we got the right touch  And don't really like much  Cuz that's how Steelo  Get money  Our conversaion broadcast on your station, nigga  Fuck a kilo  Where we go, we mobbing  And any  Muthafucka standing in my path, dogg  We robbing  We can forget get you, dogg  Cuz niggaz fishy  Might find 'em  Stanking in a, muthafuckin alley  Smelling up your city  Punk bitches done hit a nerve  But still  Bumping my shit  Riding my dick  So that makes me disturbed    (Hook 2)  (Hook 1 x2)