Ayo, its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul first time I shot a gun duke , I was 12 years old But since then , I've never put it down my friend she go to war when I tell her fuck a who , why , when , til the end indeed its good to have and not need even better when you can shoot back and not bleed take heed , poppin like an El full of seed my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice it got to do with lots of money and it aint nothin nice it aint nothin nice (2x) Ay, you believe in God? you do , tell him to save you cause me and these niggaz here we aint tryin to save you regardless of the fact that its close to home I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own my own nigga Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience it was that time again so we gathered up 40 men 40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin dollars is the mission sittin in the yoga position isolate my mind from your bitchin pulp fiction lose you in the mix in lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10 knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid yeah , you know how we comin raw grooves with the funky drum drummin and when my song goes off you'll still be hummin noddin your head , or singin my chorus the after midnight feen the 4 in the morning blunt feen peelin dutches fill em in like taco shells willing judges wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat pointin gats like remotes at cats with federal notes tossin bodies off boats (2x) our own nigga, our own