9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me [bad word] I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha [bad word] while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver 
when I deliver
Criminal lyrics 
from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug [bad word]  thats what they tell me
So [bad word] but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary [bad word] 
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin 
untill the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men
 [bad word] 

The Heartz of Men

My lyrical verse with so much pain 
that to some niggas it hurts 
My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us 
it gets worse [bad word] niggas get their eyes swoll 
in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw 
and five-o, get your lights on, fight long 
tonights gonna be a [bad word]  fight 
so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First [bad word] act up 
first [bad word] gettin' [bad word] out
I can be a villian if ya let me 
I'll [bad word] ya 
if ya do upset me 
tell the cops [bad word] and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don't have no [bad word]  friends [bad word] Look inside the heartz of men
 [bad word] 

In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men

To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and [bad word] a punk [bad word] No longer living in fear 
my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year 
like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a god
If niggas is having problems 
smoke'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back, 
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thugin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing 
scar'd up 
but still flowing
energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate 
that makes a sick [bad word] break
On these jealous [bad word] coward cuz they evil and fake
What will it take ?
Give me that bass line 
I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a [bad word] a beat and let me start again
Represent 
cause I've been sent
The heartz of men