listen...yea yea

listen ya skeem crowded wit nobody around it,if u say ass' lyrics ya ass ' will get pounded,!

u got got one choice betta drop it ya best,blow bullets through ya chest u off topic and linez streched,in ya crew u get dudes and hide behind best,now he acting all big like i dont know he forgot his vest,!

i shit all over ya face inlargment tha foot-stamp,i got this nigga listening like his sargent in boot-camp,!!

nd i be smaking that mac,got u scared now watching ya back,!!
put u in bed then pop,nuff said now drop,!!
i'll dismantle ya ribs,im something u cant handle blow out the candle fo ya kids,!!!

so dont get dissed bro,yea u got spider but he cant help u wit this though,!!i be popping ya lid like i opened some 'crystol'',!!my pistol,blows wit a whistle,!!look down on this nigga see his pants throwin drizzle,!(pissed ya pants),

shout outs to all my niggas that be out there reppin,niggas like franchize betta keep stepping,cuz ya ass heading fo a ditch if u not holding protection, have u starring at the barrow of my ''smiff-n-westin',my spit's like a blessing,have lost fuking guessing,im tha boss now u stressing,changing apperance now he dressing,!

we can double,battleing prey is trouble,im knocking niggas heads nd calling a fumble,wit tha blood that u guzzle,i pop ya main-vein,through ya main-frame,with my flame,ta make ya name a puzzle,!!