You a bitch a** nigga, I have you killed,
all they have is your picture at the funeral,
no casket, you bastards be missing,
my jewels, my whip, my rims be bitchin´,
my guns be the heat that´d make you blister,
my mans, my Tims will stomp you niggas,
no shit, no clique can f*** with us,
it´s no problem, i´ll bring it to the best of them,
from the old to the new, and the rest of them,
no love, just slugs for your body dun,
just pain, just suffering and worse that that,
you let me get my hands on you so i´m taking advantage,
and that shit that you pull can´t do me no damage,
you don´t know me nigga, but we ´bout to change that shit,
wrap that nigga up like a package,
f*** all them niggas, buck all them faggots
- Prodigy
