[BONES: VERSE 1]
Rappers ain't [bad word] in the 90's, I don't [bad word] 'em
And [bad word] on my [bad word]  but they ain't [bad word] so [bad word] 'em
I'm in my six four
Got it jumping like it's nothin'
Somebody tried to jump me, tried to play me for a sucka
pistol to my head, got a pistol in the glove
I ripped that [bad word] out, and let that [bad word] bust
Got a kevlar vest, right under the shirt
Kreeping with that heater
Don't you get that [bad word] MURKED
Bringing the wikkity sounds, it's that West Coast thugster
Lyrically serving crack to these South Side hustlers
The North Side murderers
The East Side slangers
And these [bad word] #39; RVIDXRS

[BONES: VERSE 2]
Bringing it all the way back
It's the return of the Mack
Mac-10 clips ready to bang on attack
Alizé sipping, rolling blunts in the 'Lac
Sitting sideways, bustas don't know how to act
But [bad word] you already know, that I got that G-Funk
Try and press your luck and meet that purp up in the [bad word] 
Never hesitate to lay a busta on his back
So if you talking trash meet that [bad [bad word]