Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home
Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance my arts
Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wondering, how did y'all niggas get past me?
I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My Wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I sent 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up
Worth millions, still bag your [bad word] looking bummy what
Y'all staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh
This is architect music, verbal street opera
Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed
That's when I was still in the jungle, slinging that 

Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat [bad word] out in like 40 seconds
My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection
Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco
Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is left in they draws on the [bad word] 
Bird [bad word] [bad word] resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans
Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training
Y'all still eating bacon