Triple A Shade 45 at show-off radio Statik Seleketah, D-Stroy in the building My man Kali, and yo Slaine, let's go man I ain't nervous at all, I don't know how to sweat I taught my son to punch before he learned the alphabet I brought a gun to lunch but the café ain't crowded yet I bet the [?] at the half, I learned how to bet Book your phone number on the fridge where I live No need to glorify my shit, I did what I did A bad boy, ever since a kid with a bib I put the ice around my neck then I slid You ain't live how I live, you just say it thankfully Most of these half-way villains, they got a shank for me Most of my peeps are so loyal, they'd walk a plank for me I got fans hanging on my album plans waiting anxiously I never panic at all, I stand in the hall With my fists up while you're missing like a mannequin's balls I need medication, having schizophrenic withdrawals Driving the liquor navigator fast as it slams on the wall Yo, we could go to war, stack for stack I throw my money in the air like a acrobat You lost your friends for a dollar, how wack is that? Now go and kick rocks, nigga, no hacky sack I'm running 'round the beam like a marathon Then kill my enemies, fuck 'em all, I'm glad they're gone I'm riding with the chopper in the coup Chopped lobster in my soup, don't make me drop you like the roof We the best, can't nobody do it better When I was locked up, I didn't even get a letter Now I'm sky-high taking flight like propellers I don't let these niggas talk for me, this ain't Penn and Teller I'm killing these dawgs, driving 'round like Cruella In the Cadillac DeVille, I can handle any weather We can fight whenever, the sooner the better Got guns on deck, so disrespect, I promise you won't get up Rakim said "Let the rhythm hit him", I let my niggas get him That been to prison in a system that ain't benefitting We don't respect the living, I make bets with women Soon as they get to kissing, and show every Christian D-Stroy never listens, pedalling penicillin Hitting in every ending like when I check the wisdom I'm inconsiderate since I was a little prick Never caring, forever daring show-off, I live for it See I was born lonely, raised with enough homies That'll sit your family down like when they- haha He sound tough don't he? That's David Melendez I will slay and dismember any day in December I don't play with contenders I'm a good guy with a dark side like apartheid A drunk driver offering people car rides Our eyes have seen the mountain top, and now we counting guap So what the fuck is he talking about? Statik Selektah, walk 'em out before they pour some out For the dude in the coffin with his organs out You feel important? Shout, even Jesus Christ lost a bout I am the same happy-go-lucky, don't trust me Toast bubbly, least hate it because most love me The best from Bushwick applying the pen And keep acting like Scarface and die at the end I'm a show-off, never gave a fuck or two (Who's that?) Who the fuck are you? You a bum that I never give a buck or two I'm the one that your label gave your budget to Save pennies, pay bills I gave plenty, made mils But charity's for suckers Catch me with Lord Sear drinking at the rucka Mad weirdos talking 'bout the others I appreciate it, Sally Struthers You ugly, cross colors Krispy Kreme, French cruller