| Yo… | 
| New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo | 
| Aiyyo, don’t need a new style, bein dope is always in fashion | 
| Peace to the West Coast montage fash-ion | 
| Everything’s in house, don’t need a mans-ion | 
| Doper than the last one, pussy niggas soundin like Meow Mix | 
| I spit that foul shit, And 1 | 
| Everybody’s swingin, holla at me if you land one | 
| Don’t need perfection, just pass-ion | 
| and don’t need to be signed, I ain’t got a fuckin cast on! | 
| Lot of opportunity, easy bread I passed on | 
| It just felt troublin, now class is in session | 
| and we got them testers bubblin/bubble-in like Scantron | 
| Fresh out the kitchen, signed with a stamp on | 
| I’m on some greatness, y’all on some lateness | 
| with no foundation so it could never last long | 
| I display patience, I done played Jason | 
| It’s Saturday the 14th, FUCK you got a mask on, nigga? | 
| (Jeanne Jolly) | 
| Pushin me to the brink | 
| A stagger in my footsteps and I don’t even drink | 
| It’s so much on my mind, dog, and I can’t even think | 
| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown) | 
| Pushin me to the brink | 
| A stagger in my footsteps and I don’t even drink | 
| It’s so much on my mind, dog, and I can’t even think | 
| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown) | 
| They say the 336 is what raised 'em, but the 919 made 'em | 
| Stark, raving rhyme like he ain’t got the good sense God gave 'em | 
| Anybody on his bad side, God save 'em | 
| Late night by the bedside, God, praise Him | 
| He’s the captain that told me to kneel | 
| And when I was surrounded by them monkey-ass niggas | 
| He told me to peel, broke free of my deal | 
| and left shackles, racin like Petty in the stock | 
| Now he heavy on the block like guards and left tackles | 
| See where I come from and, you and yours are up in arms | 
| like gunrunners, and you are confronted | 
| with, 99 problems and can’t keep it 100 | 
| Then at the day’s end you ain’t really done nothin | 
| I made a new lane for myself and said, «Fuck it» | 
| Why +Rage Against the Machine+ when you can just unplug it? | 
| Eastside, Bingham St. repper | 
| Tay rock the spot like I’m half-leopard | 
| And pray for you lames like I’m half-leper | 
| If it don’t fill the coffers, mother-FUCK the offers | 
| Ah-choo at yu niggas like I’m black pepper | 
| With wine and some fima beans, I’m half-Lector | 
| King, shit Kane, shit +No Half-Stepper+ | 
| They say, «Why would he?» | 
| THey say, «How could he?» | 
| That’s how they push me to the brink | 
| Stagger in my footsteps and I don’t even drink | 
| It’s so much on my mind, dog, and I can’t even think | 
| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown) | 
| Yo. | 
| listen | 
| Aiyyo, 919, 910, 252, 704 | 
| 336 (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown) | 
| I’m on my Carolina shit. | 
| New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo | 
| Young Khrysis. | 
| (It feels like everything is fall-ing doooown) |