Yo yo Y'all respect my tour bus We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us Wildin bustin big bags of Ruffles Show money rubber band'd up in the duffle With dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores Boostin niggaz that pop tags in the mall True spot hoggers used a few stockings Niggaz hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin I sing a lil' lullaby who gon' testify The way a gruesome murder been televised Stupid My name still ring in the streets though Eighty-six used to slip crack through the peephole Biscuit like vaseline if I was a crook In rap I'm past the cream brand more lean If you niggaz complain of sore throats Shove the gun in they mouth throat got scratched They suckin on Halls yo Yeah yo Yo this verse is like leavin the gas on Hog-tie a nigga for his bread have the Hefty bag on By any means a cheddar king Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green Word to my mother I air y'all niggaz out Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth ("Shout shout I'm talking to you c'mon ") Go 'head and try me you know you a bird You could be on (Gangland) wit'cha face all blurred Skull deaded up slumped over the curb Just watch next time how you write your words Leave you hangin like your last name Or a old man's nuts that sag with no shame Payback's a bitch; yeah I smash y'all berries 'Fore they find you dead in your (Little House on the Prairie) Yo I can do this on crutches black with no legs Both arms in a sling push me on stage Style still linger in the air like Glade Girls my early 20's I used to run trains Chill I got next go behind Dirt Sometimes I had to chill instead get neck Rich chandelier gown all over my flesh 'Bout to throw ladies to Haiti peace to Wyclef Blowed y'all cream never throw dollar bills up You know we window baggin that krillz up Fingertips hurt puttin that work in Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens New rappers need to skip town This the East coast music Grandpa Ghost is around Icon tellin y'all now Be out before dawn 'fore shit get wild