I'm comin through y'all, with the glock buckinnYa whole block duckinnEvery bitch that I'm fuckin with now is cock suckinnIt's like I'm allergic to not fuckinnYa niggaz is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy GeorgenI destroy broads with one versenNigga we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burstnL is the type, to murder your son first, to get my point acrossnSince y'all wanna chit or chat with the powersnY'all might as well join The ForcenWhere I'm from believe me, snitches get killednNiggaz be hustlin daily tryna fuck more bitches than WiltnTakin pitchers in silk, gayed it upnPassport: dated up, hair braided upnI fucked ya bitch but I ain't rape the slut she gave it upnI runnin with Wop, you runnin wit me, we runnin togethernWe get drunk and blunted togethernBut don't front, the guns is under the leathernReady to ill, ready to kill, ready to peelnSteppin to Corle' you better be realnCuz none of my niggaz be lettin me chillnMy crew be deliverin hot leadnWhen gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynchnNobody can fuck with the way I be killin up shit in rap eventsnIt's like, soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin the people yellnI'm rugged as hellnBrothers can tell, that none of y'all niggaz is fuckin with LnWhen I'm that nigga ya ex-pect, to catch wreck on any cassette decknI'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet