"The wristwear still got the finest flash,
I wipe my a$$ with $100 bills, I guess I'm sh1ttin on "Cash"/
fa99ot's a fly talker till the clip parallel park em on the pave/
young nukka behave/
the 45 could send a heatwave/ through your street maze/
homey be brave,
you only diggin yourself a deep grave/ I keep babes on lock and key/ how could stop a G? When I am inbetween the A and K/
the blows blaze ya/ like a solid rights from Joe Fraiser/ bone breaker shatter spines/ splatter minds like paints on abstract art/
studio thug, U like chris rock in CB4/
your hood resume is nonexisent so what's your CV for/
stopped by the Cd store,
listen to ur skits, cos the tracks were an easy bore,
...Im a Don so what you knocking me for,
I'm like Conrad Hilton on your "Monopoly Board? fagg0t!!!
I could riddle rhymes of ridicule/
plots to get rid of u/ little dude/
playing like u invinicble/
in beef u invisible..pop sh1t and jet like road runner/
I hold numbers,with enough ice for the weather man to predict a cold summer/
I'm a boss Cash, my wrist change the forecast/
He who clashes with a titan shall fall fast/
cocksucka u's a bum while u at suck on my ball sack/
U aint "crack" u's a weed high/
the closest u eva been to a G5 is boy's ur VW/
Zee's double u, and we just talking on paper...talking about broke u talking to the wrong playa...
had to authorize a subliminal out of respect for Mo/
I would've put a direct hit, cos I aint got love for a ho....follow the street codes, empty the mag cos he's all hype and reload,
out a group of nukkas, he's all b1tch like Relo...
Yeah, I know them shot's is below the belt, they real lo,
I call a spade a spade what you aint think zee know/
stuntin on ur whips, default on ur loan and get repo'd/
After this your ghetto pa** got revoked,lil nukka
