[JR Writer]

uh, yeah, dipset,

killa its our season man,

my man a-trak, jr writer

ur lookin at some miraculous accurate, ? savages, scrappy ur average, thats jus the
half of it, the mac is immaculant, dipset, this can get nasty and hazardous,

im jus the bigger picture, listen mister this is proof, im into bigger loot, u aint
ever hit the stoop,

listen dude, call me the shit, your moms all ? ya sis, all in the six, i call that
the chicken coupe,

i been from block to block, spot to spot, rock for rock, in a drop that drops,
spinna on choppa tops, i aint, i aint the coppas ock, but when im spinnin through,
it sound like they in the hood lookin for a criminal, not ta be subliminal, but yall
need 2 stop bitin, guess yall wont stop till a nigga stop writin,

i feel like holyfield tryin ta stop tyson, from now on im a rain lets see u try ta
stop lightnin,

[Hell Rell]

i gotta keep my niggaz outta trouble, so they wont catch a body on me,

or the connect, i got papi on me, i leave the club all the mami'z on me,

my bitch foul, she knew i had the shottie on me, still called squallie on me,

it aint nothin, i dipped through the alley on em, made a left, dumped the shottie,

jumped in denali on em, like karate kid wax on wax off, im too fly to put dem state
greenz back on,

and besides im tired of eatin all the jack mack, tired of puttin razors and drugs up
in my ass crack,

i dont wanna flash back, homie im passed that, my shit is copywrited nigga ask that,
u aint gotta say shit 2 me and leave it thats that, or we can grab macs, pop and
blast back, i aint frontin this the real me nigga,

[40 cal]

call me the grand opener, but i dont open up shows,

i open fire, and have ya face open with holes,

then i get ya hoe open when i open the door,

and have ya casket like the case, both open and closed,

i can tell ya movin weight, cuz u smokin ya o's,

i get the house by the lake right on ?,

and my chain like a treasure chest,

fresh bathin apes, u aint neva fresh,

u like a bad expiration date, im forever makin cake,

cuz my reputation great, while niggaz sleepin on ya shit,

like its a meditation tape, for celebration sake, im poppin this clown neck,

like college niggaz failed cuz they droppin from cal tech,

i leave ya block and ya town wet, like town check,

u hustlin for years, still aint coppin pounds yet,

but ill school u how to sell coka,

cuz diplomat without the t spells diploma