Never thought I'd turn into
Runnin from the cops like Al Ca pone
Goin Rambo on them mother fuckers
Got a gat in my pants like
Suckers scared like butter
I stand silent like concrete
What a rich man throws away
When i was 5 my mind start to blow
Told my teacher i want to be like
When i was 10 i started commiting sin
I went to church on Sunday and
i cussed out the reverand
When i became an adolescent i
Witchcraft and voodoo with
Puttin holes in mother fuckers with
a fuckin smith and wesson
I know my shit is deaf and i
But no dont do it you'll be
Still i kill im sweet like Sugar Hill
Not your average everyday
elemantry run of the mill
Mother fucker get it strait i dont
You wish you was down with Reel
Life Product aint that right brothers
I dont bullshit no need to bullshit
You pull some shit and you'll
Brother think im bluffin pull me
bluff and get fucked up and
up cus i really said enough