My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a [bad word] up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so [bad word] feel my pockets with the dollar
'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black [bad word] really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a good grip
My homies call me Bone from the Whole [bad word] Click
I live like a mack and keep the [bad word] on my [bad word] 
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my [bad word] [bad word] is the heart and that's where we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4
'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a dash and put that [bad word] in the air
 [bad word] checkin' done by the [bad word] [bad word] #39; player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em spot
And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor
Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry 'bout a [bad word] we got the end, we gettin' loot

Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot
My niggaz call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when [bad word] #39; from the cops
And the [bad word] call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the [bad word] 
Yo the title's Mr. [bad word] up so I figure that I'm [bad word] 
Got no luck, [bad word]  gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'Cause I'm a [bad word] with a [bad word] #39; gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy [bad word] [bad word] makin' [bad word] fall
[bad word] from the streets hangin' in the [bad word] #39; hall
I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And when [bad word] to music put on MC Ren [bad word] 
Now everybody chillin' and the [bad word] gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my [bad word] hole like a [bad word] #39; groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my [bad word] Juvy
Headin' downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-O
Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo
Now I'm feelin' high like I'm sittin' on a cloud
The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the [bad word] that they call J-Rock
The party's goin' through but I still got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch
And if it's necessary [bad word] we can thump
Or get a [bad word] #39; pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest
Matters gettin' worse if I have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your [bad word] #39; 9 and your clip
And let these [bad word] know what's up on the Whole Click