a gutter ways my mentality is ghetto
a guerilla in this criminal war we all rebels
death before dishonor bet i bomb on the first niggaz knew we came for murder pullin up in a herease somali was the war cry bustin off **** yall niggaz in swahili pistol packin fresh out of jail i an't going back release me to care of my heartless strap say my name three times like candy man bet i roll on yo ass like an avalan
a sole survivor learnedd to get high and pull drive by's murder my foes can't control my nine hearin thoughts of my enemies pleadin please busta ass mother******s tried to flee picture me leatin this chump surive ran on his ass when i dumped he died cause niggaz talking shit but thats after i am gone but they fear me in a fiscall form hah abdi