Yeah!
You know who it is
BANK$!

Niggas talkin' all crazy, like I'm a talk back to 'em
Naaw! – I'm a let the Gat tattoo 'em
And I can't get it in, I'll jus black blue 'em, (black blue 'em!)
Like Ezel and P. Miller, screw 'em!
Bring your best rapper to me – and I'll chew 'em, (chew 'em!)
Mike Vick 'em! – O.J. 'em, Ray Carue 'em! (whoooo!)
I'm part intelligent part schitzo (schitzo!)
And my pain – it should help shit grow. (uh!)
Rap Klitzco! – Every punch is hard
You can't take that from me it come from God
My trunk small and shit, my engine on my back
Like South Jamaica – I'm a fuckin' Mack!
Y'all little niggas – go and pump a pack. (uh!)
"Green, Gang" bars – ain't no punkin' that. (yeeeah!)
My coffee shop sell weed in it, (yeah!)
I damn near overdose every visit
Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street
And sell pussy like bread – minus the blood shed. (blood shed!)
Lamb' logo, blood red
More rings than Chicago, nuff said. (nuff said!)
My mommy had heart attacks back to back
Sorry! – But I wasn't really thinkin' 'bout rap. ('bout rap!)
And my pops jus passed I had to think about that (about that!)
That can be enough to set a nigga of track. – I'm BACK! (back!)

In fact
Niggas know exactly what to do. Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
And what not to do
Anything's possible!
See I'm back!
Everything else... really don't matter... from here on out!

Uh! – I pop bottles like a beat a case
My mind race at a cheetahs pace – with addidas lace. (whooo!)
They fell in love with my neck – I don't need a face (naaah!)
Nigga you ain't got shit if you don't need a safe. (haha!)
These youngins get extorted every year (year!)
By old niggas with salt and pepper hair. (uh!)
Shits rough I lower a coffin every year
Funeral arrangements and mortuary care. (swear!)
Yeah! – I'm in a class with a few
Like a spec-ed kid – eatin' glue. (glue!)
I'm colder than a baby abandoned
The cannon will lay down everything standin'. (YEAH!)
Go 'head stunt, end up like Brandon
You come to me better be God's plannin'. (uh-huh!)
Don't get your ears popped like your landin'
I'm flyin' spurin' – radar scramblin'. AAAAAOOOOOUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Puerto Rican but I speak dough fluent (fluent!)
Bachelor pad don't gotta sneak hoes to it. (naaah!)
I speed through the yellows, and run the reds
They hear about if you bump heads (why?) – cause they'll be dumb lead. (uh!)
If I ain't top 5, who is?
I'm lyrically loved in every town you live. (yeah!)
Scarface cameras all around the crib
Niggas slip on the grass get hit with the sig
They sick though and my plane 1st class for the rain
Turbalance got me rockin' champagne stains. (stains!)
If I get 4 lanes, I'm a do my time (time!)
I get 200 or somethin' – with a flow of mines. (whooo!)
Cuttin' grass, cause nine niggas mowin' mine
Look directly in the watch – you goin' blind
I'm flyest nigga doin' it, ask yo mom!
My shit the bomb they used back in 'Nam. (BOO!)
Your soulmate wanna ride Shotgun (yeah!)
And pretend like she don't got one. (yeah!)
You know what's next minagin' on the yacht son (yeah!)
Ready to unload like a cop's gun. (uh!)
You get pregnant then it's to the chop shop (whao!)
Cause I don't change diapers – I change drop tops. (whoo!)
Most wanted number with my black Glock cocked
Real nigga Unit boy 'til my clock stop – tickin'

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Tickin'
GGG- You know!
Unit!
"T*O*S"... boy!

"5 And Better"... Volume 1!
"Return... Of the PLK"!