To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billas'
For real dealers that ain't got no feelings...
Check it out now....

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official white folks murderers
The [bad word] equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got 'nuff shots to share
For all those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone
You're all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for their self in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook [bad word] 
Like they supposed to [bad word] around but they [bad word] close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get your whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team
I guarantee you it'll be you very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew's featherweight
My gunshots will make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart get cold
Another faked disease, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really
Hey, yo son spark that Phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Yo, why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in L.the foundation
If i had to die I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook...
 [bad word] (4x)
'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
You shook

Livin' the life with the diamonds & guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn founds
But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones
You ain't crook son
you're just a shook one

There is a war going on outside, no man is safe from
You [bad word]  but you can't hide forever
And the knees, streets, weed we took
You walk on with your head down scared to look
You shook...
'cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
They're never around when the be-cooks
And my part of town is similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control
You better have the right, get ready, try to bag me rocksteadty
'bout the Mag' one double, I touch you,
Leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is sticked, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I am not home, puffed off and relaxin'
late night a [bad word] got depressed
So I wear a stuck proof underneath my guests
For life with diamonds & guns,
There is a numerous way you can choose to earn founds
But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones

You shook...
'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
You shook...
(Repeat)
You ain't crook son
You're just a shook one