I'ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly
I mastered the dice large, and even three card molly
Slappin' bozo *****'s for twenty bucks a rock
Plus, I slang mad rocks on the spot, ***k the cops

Now I'm on the ball, 'cause it's all good in the hood
I'm glad as ***k, dropped 'outta school because I hate math and stuff
Lay low, runnin' off my pager, can't press my luck
Stingy as ***k, wit my bucks like scrooge McDuck

Nobody could, stop the operation stackola
Get back roller, you can't ***k wit this crackola
Because, I got the Caribbean, plates just like a Nubian
Happy so the five-0 won't jack me

***k the jail ****, it's corny
*****es know I'm *****
The *****'s that I hang wit got crew 'cause life is corny
We precieve the gat to the end so that you know

**** I pull more *****es then menaudo
Let me quit, the *****'s on the spot wanna take me out
Drive by Ms. Daisy, to raise me, and take me plot
I got ya duckem, don't slip for nobody
(***k 'em)

Schemes gettin' thought up, I'm never gettin' caught up
Keepin' my pockets so fat, swift on my feet
Sayin' I'm out to the fools that's on my street

Well, it's the crap shooter
Love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that
My crew comes together like [unverified]
Raised in the ghetto's of Oakland

Had dope in my pocket, servin' knocks in the open
Walked close, and door close when I was on the night shift
Got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift
Rollin' in my cousins big K-5

Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin' 40's
Had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap game
I had a dangle roll, sometimes I wanna strangle ho's
But, I scoop 'em like a spoon full of cereal

Never ate a trick 'cause that's for kids duke you hear me though
But rigger though, never was rigor mortis so face it
Pocket's on fat like a Jenny Craig patient, it ain't ****
But a come up, when I roll up on they knock

***k pops, I gotta have my props
I'm runnin' **** like Flo Jo
Never ***ked a Hobo
But, I got my **** sucked

Now she's got the hiccups
I wakes up, move a [unverified] head if ya dangle
I'm down, you'll ***k around and get ya neck strangled
To swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer

'Cause what I got will make ya sing a song like the Gap band
Likes ta dangle mutha***ka's out they cash like a sishta

Well, I'm the sickest, wickedest ***** you'd wanna be
A damn fool from the streets, killin' enemies
And as I'm sleepin' in my street I'm havin' nightmares
I'm fully prepared, and fully awared

And strapped wit the armor gage
And as a ***** wakes up, I'm havin' thoughts of a murder scene
Robbery, oh, I had to hit the streets
Feelin', feelin', I like the ***kin' smell of some flesh

Killin', killin', I like to put a whole lot in yo chest
A maniac, runnin' down the streets in the ghetto
I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo
Tryna be slick, but he's a task

Knowin' damn well he wouldn't catch me, I'm too fast
'Cause I will bust a gage or two
'Rupt the ***kin' living rooms
And If I had to getaway, I'll find another place to stay

'Cause I'ma slick, quick ***** you can't ***k wit
A brotha from the gutter doin' dirt, and I love it
Afterwards, I'm chokin' like a damn fool
Smokin' on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, ***kin' do

'Cause I'm luni like the luni ***kin' tunes
I need to go snatch a purse so I can rent a room
Somebody jumpin' out the bushes wit a strap y'all
Checkin' everything except the **** in yo drawers, y'all

I know [unverified] is sweepin' *****'s off they feet
A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah