Let me try explain the reason I'm known boyI dont play around but I keep me a chrome toyCome thru tha block shoot you and your homeboyCome's to the day my sh*t ring like a phone boyTell'em that I'm riding againf*ck that I'll rather die in the streets than do some time in the penI go broke f*ck rap I get pasomen againLet it bubble five times and slide in the BenzYou can hate me now like Nas said, I saidI pop my gun and make some music for the la headsDo what you wanna set come against PI dont be running from the hood the hood be running from meI be chasing niggas downAte niggas downEmpty that out then it's basically the poundTell the truth I aint never had patience for a clownWhy lay some later when I can lay some nowBig mama crib then face a nigga downTell him I'mma pop him if he f*cking make a soundHawk to his throatGod damn, if you wanna be hard you need to talk to the ghostBARS