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Out Side My Window
Outside my window i see peoples struggles witness they lives fall apart as they crumble/
watching hood wars everyday gangs rumble mothers losing babies enough to drive a man crazy/
brought to the world in the eighties in a place i like to call Hades sending some love to single mothers keep ya heads up ladies/
on the other side of this glass i seen a gun bust i seen bums diggin through trash addicts looking for cash/
got me smoking these bleezys hit it twice and then ash when will the world begin to learn from its past?/
people been killed for land, religion, vengence and suspicion making hard hits like head on collisions open ya ears and fucking listen/
subliminal messages surrounded by a beat producing undiscovered platinum shit Suspect and Dubb as tandums flossin a cross across my neck/
a single glimpse of reality got me grippin my tech...i know some record company wanna cut me a check/
when I open my window you'll smell the money attracted like bees to honey bigger then fifty cent suddenly/
i've witnessed cops harass the usual suspects cause they meet the discription my shits hotter then thanksgiving in a kitchen/
if there was a book called "beating this emcee" it be fiction...wishing things would change feeling twice my age asking Christ to forgive me for my rage/
A lot of rainy days helps you appreciate the sun rays thankful for every Good Day like Ice Cube...but watch your back cause you never know who might not like you/
politicians views are skewed when i was born i starting paying my dues...All i want is a change of scenery and some money stacks like i just won the lottery/
spitting the realest shit you ever heard trying to change the world with my words...just saw a ghetto bird...and a drug dealer shot another cause he was standing on his curb/
P.O. telling me to dis-associate myself from my homies fuck cops they fony wanting me locked up in coney...whats a cell? i grew up in my own hell lonely/
defending my honor with my fists waiting for the day a slug puts me in paralysis...but thats a everyday risk living without a conscience disturbed and heartless/
filled with malice acting callous give me my henny in a chalice...no time to rest in this rap game even if its the sabbath/
let me speculate these theories...educate over the mic until i'm weary...in this paradox people talk cause I got a monopoly like microsoft...on the rap scene i'll never fall off/
dont even recognize my reflection in the window looking for direction to get me off section eight...bush won the election brought us a new war full of hate not to mention a high ass un-employment rate/
cant even get a nine to five so i find myself having to strive just to thrive...doing what i gotta do to keep my family alive/
show them to use there eyes in this world full of blindness...ignorance is mindless the people in positions of power are spineless/
theres not another rapper quite like this...dont even try and my lyrics are timeless dreaming bout six figure earnings...some bigger touring...tore up from liqour and chronic burning/
Just noticed my window got a crack lifes bullshit must of hit it hard with a impact...and fuck a hater saying i'm wack...tired of always wearing a flac Out Side My Window is the track...and its a fact my shits getting sold out my trunk in stacks/
Outside my window i see peoples struggles witness they lives fall apart as they crumble/
watching hood wars everyday gangs rumble mothers losing babies enough to drive a man crazy/
brought to the world in the eighties in a place i like to call Hades sending some love to single mothers keep ya heads up ladies/
on the other side of this glass i seen a gun bust i seen bums diggin through trash addicts looking for cash/
got me smoking these bleezys hit it twice and then ash when will the world begin to learn from its past?/
people been killed for land, religion, vengence and suspicion making hard hits like head on collisions open ya ears and fucking listen/
subliminal messages surrounded by a beat producing undiscovered platinum shit Suspect and Dubb as tandums flossin a cross across my neck/
a single glimpse of reality got me grippin my tech...i know some record company wanna cut me a check/
when I open my window you'll smell the money attracted like bees to honey bigger then fifty cent suddenly/
i've witnessed cops harass the usual suspects cause they meet the discription my shits hotter then thanksgiving in a kitchen/
if there was a book called "beating this emcee" it be fiction...wishing things would change feeling twice my age asking Christ to forgive me for my rage/
A lot of rainy days helps you appreciate the sun rays thankful for every Good Day like Ice Cube...but watch your back cause you never know who might not like you/
politicians views are skewed when i was born i starting paying my dues...All i want is a change of scenery and some money stacks like i just won the lottery/
spitting the realest shit you ever heard trying to change the world with my words...just saw a ghetto bird...and a drug dealer shot another cause he was standing on his curb/
P.O. telling me to dis-associate myself from my homies fuck cops they fony wanting me locked up in coney...whats a cell? i grew up in my own hell lonely/
defending my honor with my fists waiting for the day a slug puts me in paralysis...but thats a everyday risk living without a conscience disturbed and heartless/
filled with malice acting callous give me my henny in a chalice...no time to rest in this rap game even if its the sabbath/
let me speculate these theories...educate over the mic until i'm weary...in this paradox people talk cause I got a monopoly like microsoft...on the rap scene i'll never fall off/
dont even recognize my reflection in the window looking for direction to get me off section eight...bush won the election brought us a new war full of hate not to mention a high ass un-employment rate/
cant even get a nine to five so i find myself having to strive just to thrive...doing what i gotta do to keep my family alive/
show them to use there eyes in this world full of blindness...ignorance is mindless the people in positions of power are spineless/
theres not another rapper quite like this...dont even try and my lyrics are timeless dreaming bout six figure earnings...some bigger touring...tore up from liqour and chronic burning/
Just noticed my window got a crack lifes bullshit must of hit it hard with a impact...and fuck a hater saying i'm wack...tired of always wearing a flac Out Side My Window is the track...and its a fact my shits getting sold out my trunk in stacks/
my life's feelings
bad luck, had it, faced-adversity// take-a-third-a-me and trash-the-other-two// now im 100% on track-ta-smother-u// thats real talk, take-it-or-leave-it// wont change shit, fakin's-a-weakness//never faked in my life so im drenched in agony// got shiesty punks afta-me so i got an eye strapped on the back-a-me, lookin-around// any sound got my trigger finger hooked-ta-the-pound// streets got me paranoid, trippin-n-shit// world squeezin my throat and aint liftin-its-grip// im losin-my-breath// feel boxed in so i lash back usin-my-tech// im confused-and-a-wreck..im comin unglued// one-two punch from reality// vicious blow to the dome, all positive thoughts be-outta-me// the future is stressful// 1000 pounds of pressure and im catchin a headful// cloudy thoughts, a storm-is-brewin// torment's-fumin, this is body-torture// head was high, anxiety got-me-shorter..shrinkin-by-the-second// releasin-my-affection, graspin-fa-life// thinkin bout resortin to the strap packed-on-my-side// i could end it right now, no-pain// one shot ta the dome, no-brains// but am i really willing ta take-the-risk// tough decision, i hate-this-shit// i dont know wuts on the other-side// choose, let go of my pistol, maybe some other-time..
bad luck, had it, faced-adversity// take-a-third-a-me and trash-the-other-two// now im 100% on track-ta-smother-u// thats real talk, take-it-or-leave-it// wont change shit, fakin's-a-weakness//never faked in my life so im drenched in agony// got shiesty punks afta-me so i got an eye strapped on the back-a-me, lookin-around// any sound got my trigger finger hooked-ta-the-pound// streets got me paranoid, trippin-n-shit// world squeezin my throat and aint liftin-its-grip// im losin-my-breath// feel boxed in so i lash back usin-my-tech// im confused-and-a-wreck..im comin unglued// one-two punch from reality// vicious blow to the dome, all positive thoughts be-outta-me// the future is stressful// 1000 pounds of pressure and im catchin a headful// cloudy thoughts, a storm-is-brewin// torment's-fumin, this is body-torture// head was high, anxiety got-me-shorter..shrinkin-by-the-second// releasin-my-affection, graspin-fa-life// thinkin bout resortin to the strap packed-on-my-side// i could end it right now, no-pain// one shot ta the dome, no-brains// but am i really willing ta take-the-risk// tough decision, i hate-this-shit// i dont know wuts on the other-side// choose, let go of my pistol, maybe some other-time..
unleashin
told i was a strange cat can’t change that, god said i was a selfish bitch
smoked out never flamed or loc out, no doubt my health is shit
born in it unfornately always tormented, never got rewared on accomplishments
went through the hardest shit, degrading harsh reality my life it never tarnished it
went through bad times these mad rhymes have sad lines with no clue of treatment
monday started 5 days of bullshit dodging full clips friday is juss a new weekend
The problem is i dont make promises, leavin the scene without a word to recite
who knows the game i might be murder tonight, critics heard i was tight
know to drop madness this is not practice, juss spitting for fun and games
Taught not to mess up or stress much, tired of childish tricks so i’ll put the gun to lames
Earned my stripes and learned the life.. so tell me why is dead earth banishment
my first try got nothing but hate, [ Pause ] fuck it, I was the first fan of it
The shit i’ve been thru others don’t want to get into, so juss use your ears
I’ve been abused for years, now i’m on my own, hungry, whos to fear
told i was a strange cat can’t change that, god said i was a selfish bitch
smoked out never flamed or loc out, no doubt my health is shit
born in it unfornately always tormented, never got rewared on accomplishments
went through the hardest shit, degrading harsh reality my life it never tarnished it
went through bad times these mad rhymes have sad lines with no clue of treatment
monday started 5 days of bullshit dodging full clips friday is juss a new weekend
The problem is i dont make promises, leavin the scene without a word to recite
who knows the game i might be murder tonight, critics heard i was tight
know to drop madness this is not practice, juss spitting for fun and games
Taught not to mess up or stress much, tired of childish tricks so i’ll put the gun to lames
Earned my stripes and learned the life.. so tell me why is dead earth banishment
my first try got nothing but hate, [ Pause ] fuck it, I was the first fan of it
The shit i’ve been thru others don’t want to get into, so juss use your ears
I’ve been abused for years, now i’m on my own, hungry, whos to fear
fuck a punch-rhyme / if u dont stop duckin youll miss the next punch-line / all im hearin is whine / like a third grader gettin cut at lunchtime / stoppin your heart wit my cough / bloody / have u spittin out shells like sunflower seeds when i pop off / gutsy / dont trust me / like fuck a rope, ill use a twine / lace it wit cocaine and have you strung out onna line / aye you wanna hang out? / puttin death in perspective like a telescope to the soul / wrap you around the scenery and smoke you up like a bowl / cut it out / trapped at the mouth because i hooked you fish / the siccness change servers over shit like this
I lived to this age as a lost fuckin soul/
Lookin in the mirror and thinking why we grow old/
If there's a heaven & hell only time tells were I going/
But why I live now I keep shine'n & glowing/
smoke treez & keep blowing/
To most motha fuckaz I dont mean shit/
But I keep flowing & I will never quit/
Momma giving me viteminz sayin im to skinny/
Im out here slanging m*******s just to make a fucking penny/
Give me half o, and a 5th of henny/
so I steped up to plate fo those who hate/
after I get rich I'll be str8/
but I dont give fuck if I havent ate fo dayz/
But Im walking around in a gotdam dayz/
I guess thats just how a young mothafucka was razed/
Lookin in the mirror and thinking why we grow old/
If there's a heaven & hell only time tells were I going/
But why I live now I keep shine'n & glowing/
smoke treez & keep blowing/
To most motha fuckaz I dont mean shit/
But I keep flowing & I will never quit/
Momma giving me viteminz sayin im to skinny/
Im out here slanging m*******s just to make a fucking penny/
Give me half o, and a 5th of henny/
so I steped up to plate fo those who hate/
after I get rich I'll be str8/
but I dont give fuck if I havent ate fo dayz/
But Im walking around in a gotdam dayz/
I guess thats just how a young mothafucka was razed/
doin what i can i play the role of master strategist/
navigatin thru this twisted maze high off of cannabis/
avoidin interaction with all negative inhabitants,
and any situation if its lookin kinda scandolous/
aint fallin for no bullshit because im a rationalist/
makin all my desicions with wisdom so passionate/
because i know theres cash-to-get..
straight out the hands of fascist advocates/
runnin thru theyre fucked up system like a laxitive/
the microphones my favorite weapon to cause damage-with/
and when we done, well leave the rap game in bandages/
walkin out the back with cash in hand like fast ass sandwiches/
like we was capitalist-savages..
im out here gridin in the system spawnin seeds like cabbages/
so dont try and stop me.. cuz ima drop a bomb like u cats was nagasaki/
stand 5' seven and stocky, and down to take the whole block/
..WATCH ME..
navigatin thru this twisted maze high off of cannabis/
avoidin interaction with all negative inhabitants,
and any situation if its lookin kinda scandolous/
aint fallin for no bullshit because im a rationalist/
makin all my desicions with wisdom so passionate/
because i know theres cash-to-get..
straight out the hands of fascist advocates/
runnin thru theyre fucked up system like a laxitive/
the microphones my favorite weapon to cause damage-with/
and when we done, well leave the rap game in bandages/
walkin out the back with cash in hand like fast ass sandwiches/
like we was capitalist-savages..
im out here gridin in the system spawnin seeds like cabbages/
so dont try and stop me.. cuz ima drop a bomb like u cats was nagasaki/
stand 5' seven and stocky, and down to take the whole block/
..WATCH ME..
Definitely not my "hottest shit" but oh well, I didnt prepare for this shit and thats my fault.....here goes somethin at least before deadline......
It's Dub-C Malice bitch, White Center devils consist of nothin but deadly elements/
We can settle-shit, before we take it to court in the streets, if you provide a settlement/
I remain a gentleman, to most of these bitches until they catch an attitude/
They get shown grattitude for the attitude when her purse came up missin this afternoon/
No tolerance at all for females actin ridiculous, tilt your head back and swallow-bitch/
I keep niggas thinkin "how did I get into this?",....black clothes on I creep anonymous/
Malice speaks in dialects with major differences, the reason you couldnt follow-shit/
I'll fuck a verse, hit my climax, and kill the seed....with fetal-lyrical-syndrome/
Expose my talent to folks whos down, and to the rest leave-my-miracle-unknown/
Do dirt all alone, I do everything by myself, including servin-my-bids/
Cuz I'm a young ass nigga tryin to establish some wealth, and stay swervin-off-zips/
Malice is similar to a raven in a world full of pigeons-and-seagulls/
These people are easily corruptable, knowin nothin bout decisions-thats-evil/
Dont understand how to kill people when playing fields become unequal/
So I remain peaceful, until the violence becomes mandatory/
And pending the situation, I'll dispose of anybody that stands-before-me/
I only do dirt with my bare hands, cuz I've found life hurts worse than death/
Beaten within an inch of your life when I crept, but I spared your last-breath/
I'm passed-stressed, and ignorant people are the source of my frustration/
I leave motherfuckers in the past-tense, but this time the bullet just-grazed-him/
I learn from my mistakes cuzz, you better just flee the continent/
Dress victims like I'm their mom-and-shit, into gauze and bandages, and aint no stoppin-it/
Victimized my best friends one at a time, but not in the physical-sense/
And it wasnt until I needed someone, that I questioned how did I get-into-this-mess/
I'm dealin with stress, on a daily basis and it's not somethin you get-used-to/
Coutin down days until the Devil chooses me to fully let-loose-dude/
It's Dub-C Malice bitch, White Center devils consist of nothin but deadly elements/
We can settle-shit, before we take it to court in the streets, if you provide a settlement/
I remain a gentleman, to most of these bitches until they catch an attitude/
They get shown grattitude for the attitude when her purse came up missin this afternoon/
No tolerance at all for females actin ridiculous, tilt your head back and swallow-bitch/
I keep niggas thinkin "how did I get into this?",....black clothes on I creep anonymous/
Malice speaks in dialects with major differences, the reason you couldnt follow-shit/
I'll fuck a verse, hit my climax, and kill the seed....with fetal-lyrical-syndrome/
Expose my talent to folks whos down, and to the rest leave-my-miracle-unknown/
Do dirt all alone, I do everything by myself, including servin-my-bids/
Cuz I'm a young ass nigga tryin to establish some wealth, and stay swervin-off-zips/
Malice is similar to a raven in a world full of pigeons-and-seagulls/
These people are easily corruptable, knowin nothin bout decisions-thats-evil/
Dont understand how to kill people when playing fields become unequal/
So I remain peaceful, until the violence becomes mandatory/
And pending the situation, I'll dispose of anybody that stands-before-me/
I only do dirt with my bare hands, cuz I've found life hurts worse than death/
Beaten within an inch of your life when I crept, but I spared your last-breath/
I'm passed-stressed, and ignorant people are the source of my frustration/
I leave motherfuckers in the past-tense, but this time the bullet just-grazed-him/
I learn from my mistakes cuzz, you better just flee the continent/
Dress victims like I'm their mom-and-shit, into gauze and bandages, and aint no stoppin-it/
Victimized my best friends one at a time, but not in the physical-sense/
And it wasnt until I needed someone, that I questioned how did I get-into-this-mess/
I'm dealin with stress, on a daily basis and it's not somethin you get-used-to/
Coutin down days until the Devil chooses me to fully let-loose-dude/
'every august'
spendin another summer nite in a car-wit-a-cage..
happens every august, get charged-wit-a-case../
cant smoke bomb, cant drink other-wise..
you fucked, my god, look into my mothers-eyes/
she probably thinks, i always drink..
and she probably cries cause im always high/
and i cant stop, really want-to-though..
til i smell the swisher sweet and the ganja-smoke/
and it's not that shes mad, just shes got-this-vision..
of her only son rottin-in-prison../
either that or workin on minumum-wage..
the thought in my head just instills-me-wit-rage/
failure is no option, but rap-dont-pay..
the pressure's buildin up, thats why i act-this-way../
and my cousin just died, so i gotta hold-it-down..
sittin in tha courtroom, damn... august rolled-around../
spendin another summer nite in a car-wit-a-cage..
happens every august, get charged-wit-a-case../
cant smoke bomb, cant drink other-wise..
you fucked, my god, look into my mothers-eyes/
she probably thinks, i always drink..
and she probably cries cause im always high/
and i cant stop, really want-to-though..
til i smell the swisher sweet and the ganja-smoke/
and it's not that shes mad, just shes got-this-vision..
of her only son rottin-in-prison../
either that or workin on minumum-wage..
the thought in my head just instills-me-wit-rage/
failure is no option, but rap-dont-pay..
the pressure's buildin up, thats why i act-this-way../
and my cousin just died, so i gotta hold-it-down..
sittin in tha courtroom, damn... august rolled-around../
This is for all the wacc emcees, yall get laid down//
Come out the wood work and see saw like playgrounds//
Eat salt and take rounds but all the shots not liquor//
Me losing is like the mailman that did not deliver//
Cuz weather rain, sleet, or snow I bring it quick to your box//
Grab your throat, vocal chords getting twisted in knots//
Spitting or not, I speak truth; it’s proved with my words//
Techniques perfected, I speak the truth cuz it hurts//
You need to know your role cuz that’s all that matters//
If not, you’ll get booed off stage like Broadway actors//
The hardest rappers popping shit can lick the balls//
Cats who scared always talk shit and don’t spit at all//
Foes will get foiled; brute force leaves you underpowered//
With speed that lets me dodge rain drops in thunder showers//
Guns are for fags; I flip scripts quickly to kill a man//
Yall scream, “Oh boy!” But it’s different than Killer Cam//
Empty cups like boozers, grabbing your hoes titties//
You can shine all you want, you’re just mad that you’re no biggie//
I’m handing out blows swiftly to eradicate foes quickly//
My stamina’s so richly blessed to go on forever//
Only place you go is off the stage rolled on a stretcher//
Spawning wretched scripts; I’m sick; you know how I do//
Your rhymes got me too tired like a motorcycle//
Like onions, entering my layer will draw tears//
You’ll scream so loud that my neighbors will all hear//
I’ll lay down a hundred, can’t match the sentences spit//
You can’t fit the bill like Franklin’s head was too big//
Come out the wood work and see saw like playgrounds//
Eat salt and take rounds but all the shots not liquor//
Me losing is like the mailman that did not deliver//
Cuz weather rain, sleet, or snow I bring it quick to your box//
Grab your throat, vocal chords getting twisted in knots//
Spitting or not, I speak truth; it’s proved with my words//
Techniques perfected, I speak the truth cuz it hurts//
You need to know your role cuz that’s all that matters//
If not, you’ll get booed off stage like Broadway actors//
The hardest rappers popping shit can lick the balls//
Cats who scared always talk shit and don’t spit at all//
Foes will get foiled; brute force leaves you underpowered//
With speed that lets me dodge rain drops in thunder showers//
Guns are for fags; I flip scripts quickly to kill a man//
Yall scream, “Oh boy!” But it’s different than Killer Cam//
Empty cups like boozers, grabbing your hoes titties//
You can shine all you want, you’re just mad that you’re no biggie//
I’m handing out blows swiftly to eradicate foes quickly//
My stamina’s so richly blessed to go on forever//
Only place you go is off the stage rolled on a stretcher//
Spawning wretched scripts; I’m sick; you know how I do//
Your rhymes got me too tired like a motorcycle//
Like onions, entering my layer will draw tears//
You’ll scream so loud that my neighbors will all hear//
I’ll lay down a hundred, can’t match the sentences spit//
You can’t fit the bill like Franklin’s head was too big//
~I spit metaphysical left the spherical
~Realm of ritual felt invisible kept the lyrical bless the spiritual
~Death’s subliminal check ya visuals wreck with syllables
~Dealt with criminal’s that’ll have ya chest invisible
~Periphreal vision I envision head on collisions
~conditions cause decisions niggaz aim at me and missin
~Street religion keeps em listenin
~I’m on a mission dismissin vixens inflictin they wicked intentions
~Niggaz get attitudes towards my aptitude
~Mentally levitatin thousands of feet check ya altitude
~Sick like Michael Jackson think I might go blastin
~Despite the actions of politics I fight the factions
~My games outcold got tight hoes askin
~Bout nights of passion I write the mad scripts
while lights are flashin
~Niggaz lack confidence and common sense
~They contradict I'm the shit when someone compliments
~I get lethal when people wanna test my steelo
~3-0 below these hoes don’t know that I’m evil
~Desert eagles aimed at regals niggaz think to feeble
~I’m deep though like steep holes while enemies are see thru
~I peep whose real that’s while I stay under the steeple
~Cuz weak fools beneath you always wanna deceive you
~I hold heat close and bodly boast from both the coast
~Rip shots thru ya spirits and leave em holy ghosts
~Overdose & comatosed slowly roast knowing most
~These niggaz talking shit ain’t even coming close
~My conversation gets me outta situations
~Just an example of my lyrical stimulation
~Realm of ritual felt invisible kept the lyrical bless the spiritual
~Death’s subliminal check ya visuals wreck with syllables
~Dealt with criminal’s that’ll have ya chest invisible
~Periphreal vision I envision head on collisions
~conditions cause decisions niggaz aim at me and missin
~Street religion keeps em listenin
~I’m on a mission dismissin vixens inflictin they wicked intentions
~Niggaz get attitudes towards my aptitude
~Mentally levitatin thousands of feet check ya altitude
~Sick like Michael Jackson think I might go blastin
~Despite the actions of politics I fight the factions
~My games outcold got tight hoes askin
~Bout nights of passion I write the mad scripts
while lights are flashin
~Niggaz lack confidence and common sense
~They contradict I'm the shit when someone compliments
~I get lethal when people wanna test my steelo
~3-0 below these hoes don’t know that I’m evil
~Desert eagles aimed at regals niggaz think to feeble
~I’m deep though like steep holes while enemies are see thru
~I peep whose real that’s while I stay under the steeple
~Cuz weak fools beneath you always wanna deceive you
~I hold heat close and bodly boast from both the coast
~Rip shots thru ya spirits and leave em holy ghosts
~Overdose & comatosed slowly roast knowing most
~These niggaz talking shit ain’t even coming close
~My conversation gets me outta situations
~Just an example of my lyrical stimulation
it dont count but i'll add on....
its cold in these mothafuckin streets so im tuckin heat/
im sucka free,bustin at these bustas from a bucket seat/
they cant fuck wit me,they run from me,scared n' cryin/
got'em terrified'n shittin there pants prepared for dyin/
bullets in there air flyin when i dump shells/
these suckells are gettin pistol whipped if the pump fails/
these chumps dwell in rat packs,but we're sav cats/
who attack with fat gats makin rats scat/
leave a suckas ass flat and ransacked then bruised the bastard/
took his shoes n' cash then hopped in the window like dukes of hazzard/
its some personal shit,and never random attacks/
off some yak and a sack in the 'lac with straps in the back/
we straight smackin these wack cats,and crashin a suckas ball/
run up the hall,buck'em all and watch mothafuckas fall/
above the law like steven segal,a sucka stoppa activist/
packin teks,spot a chump and crack his chest....
its cold in these mothafuckin streets so im tuckin heat/
im sucka free,bustin at these bustas from a bucket seat/
they cant fuck wit me,they run from me,scared n' cryin/
got'em terrified'n shittin there pants prepared for dyin/
bullets in there air flyin when i dump shells/
these suckells are gettin pistol whipped if the pump fails/
these chumps dwell in rat packs,but we're sav cats/
who attack with fat gats makin rats scat/
leave a suckas ass flat and ransacked then bruised the bastard/
took his shoes n' cash then hopped in the window like dukes of hazzard/
its some personal shit,and never random attacks/
off some yak and a sack in the 'lac with straps in the back/
we straight smackin these wack cats,and crashin a suckas ball/
run up the hall,buck'em all and watch mothafuckas fall/
above the law like steven segal,a sucka stoppa activist/
packin teks,spot a chump and crack his chest....