(lynch): Now I'm the of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed with ya wife, then commence to knifin' Get away with the scheme glock 17 in my lap As I creep away in the cadillac 'cause you I got shit to do Fake id, 'cause I been murderin' like hiv As I creep slow through your blood vessels weeks later, nigga, God bless you Now I'm stressed with the & wess My music career ain't been the to have my momma wearin' a tight dress Bitch my money right Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside Then I'm smashin' the night, mozzaradi with cauz He hittin' hella tight you know I'm right My momma taught me, don't give a fuck And I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up what said
(loki): I'm up off the hocus poucus My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know I'm quick to the pin up out the grenade And you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, hold this Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with in the mo-mo We alibi's provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin' clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit See when they say siccmade, whispers in ear, the taste is bitter Blowin' muthafuckas smithers Triple x liquor, nuthin' but curse in our verses Obscene, unfit for major mainstream Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass I we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean I seen war and street marines Dirty in the hands of ghetto fiends I'm caught between the hard life and ghetto I got schemes with black berets and get like o.j., clean The ripgut, he got the qz, and the illegitimate got another 16 You see the front news only show the inmates, and not the cage elections play with the public's rage Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives the shit we done And then say that we ain't That's what I
(lynch): Black in the backyard, I don't feed 'em buy a pit a week 'cause gone eatin' Off that mad dog I'm bout to take my money Ski mask, gotta manage, better advantage this, radiation and mushroom blast It's almost 20g, I gotta plot my and get my cash around the corner in the impala Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag time I saw her Beta, stand out by the liquor store Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do hoe murder so I'm time plottin' Creep a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin' 'cause I'm aggressive a wolverine Beta done caught that ass and got the Hot out your worstest Then it all adds up to sittin' in With a ak on my lap off that puffy That's what I