I guess it gotta give them

Headaches over head then your beat breaks

Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum

Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through

Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II

Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be

easy baby

You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes

Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am

Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk

Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York

Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?

You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya

Sharp duck, I'm running amuck

I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk

Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border

Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders

The water, don't wanna be deceived

I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive

'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum

I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one

That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots

Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops

Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro

I feel like I'm still in the ghetto

(chorus)

Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto)

Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto)

Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the

ghetto)

Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it

Trust it, the styles like lusted

And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy

I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies

'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step

One of five when the bullet fly live

When a rebel pulled a car