A Bunch Of Homies Catchin' Feelin's, Dealer's Dealin', Killer's Killin'
With The Dudes Who Strappin' Children Have Ya Fuckin' Noodles Spillin'
Dream About The "Land Of Drugs", Grip My Fuckin' "Hand On Guns"
'Bout Eighteen Months And Here I Come, The Projects "And The Slums"
Like I'm About To "End Ya Life", Pullin' Out Now "Reddish Knife"
Ya Think It's Games Ya Find Yaself Wakin' Up To "Medic Lights"
I Hope You Homies "Understand" ... Stretched And Snapped Like "Rubberbands"
Have Your Wife And Kids Tied And Taped In Back The "Fuckin Van"
See This Is The Way That I Think ...
Cuz My Ink Have Ya Brains Leakin' Out Like A Sink
... And Scotty B Neva "Tell Lies", With G's That'll "Sell Nines"
So Haters Front, They Murder Scene Is Seen "Televised"
Man This Kid Aint The Shit That You Label As "Average"
'Cause I Got Alot'ta Shooters Always Hittin' Like "Mavericks"
This Fuckin' Stud Has Seen Them Buds The Same "Size As A "Cabbage"
Ya Might'a Heard Alot Of White Boys But "I Be The Baddest"
And I Aint Talkin' Lyrically So Don't Be Thinkin' I "Dissed"
So If Y'all Haters Get Me "Pissed" Then Ya Soul's Gotta "Lift"
Plus I Got The "Type of Stuff" That The "Ladies Like Ta Touch"
My Shit Is "Tighter Then The Cuffs" I'm Like "Brady In The Cluch"
So Before You Fuck Around You Best "Think In Ya Head"
'Cause I Write With What I'm Strapped With, The "Ink N' The Led"
Your Face Hit, Get Face Lifts Until Your Whole "Body Be Plastic"
Now Already Drop Confetti For This "Scotty B Classic"
I Aint "Normal In The Mind", I'm "Informal All The Time"
I Like To Kill 'Em With The Tech, I Just "Warn 'Em With The Nine"
So When That Shit'll Hit Ya Spine, You Best Read Between The Lines
I'm Just Out For Gettin' Mines, With My Boys Behind The Grind