Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago
Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that [bad word] go
Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear [bad word] save that, the same [bad word] you had it last year
You [bad word] with them outsiders
That [bad word] is [bad word] up yo, we never turn to [bad word] riders
Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
You think that [bad word] gon live what he did -- what this [bad word] said
Remember when his mans got there, the whole [bad word] was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me
"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me
Yo that [bad word] you had in Vegas
Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor
Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan
Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
Octavia with all the ice on, yo
She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life
Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been
For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her [bad word] is [bad word] up when they got us yo
She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown
"..face responsiblity"
She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"

Verse Two: CappaDonna

Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real song
When [bad word] down to this, not a licensed driver
Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver
This is not a act this is more actual fact
Nuttin but experience placed upon track
With the [bad word] sound, not lyin out the crown
When we not workin we hardly be around
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
You not a real brother you just a fake type