| Uh, yeah, Eat or Die |
| I’ve sprayed myself through band to not win |
| I done did too much good to not sin now |
| It’s like the good die young, yeah |
| 'Cause everything innocent is suffocated 'cause the street’s militant |
| Me, I’m just passing the time |
| About to splash in the lime |
| Oh I’m like every other nigga with a mask and a nine |
| I’ve just mastered the rhyme |
| Notice the sledgehammer dawg I’ll just crashing your spine |
| My pencil got subscription to guns and ammo |
| Homeys in L. A and N.Y. got dunce and fammo |
| And we break bread, break niggas off, break a bitch |
| 2006 I don’t break-dance, eat a dick, I’m on some grown man shit |
| I’m about that CREAM, face on my Jacob looking like a flat screen |
| White wife-beater, bubble gums soul on my white NIKE Jeter’s |
| I don’t like Peter, got mink covered mink, how stupid is that? |
| It’s about as stupid sniffing coke and hustling crack nigga |
| These niggas ain’t 'BUILT FORD TOUGH', I’m bored shitless |
| They not spitting; they just blowing kisses |
| This is… crack muzik and after my mac lose it |
| Stack the rocks and stone hands like black drew it |
| I’m 'LOST', drink like Michelle Rodriguez |
| Ain’t a nigga signed to UNSIGNED who could see this |
| Yeah, y’all could hype and he might do numbers |
| But locked up, he’s soft dawg, he might wash unders |
| To get it right, not now but right now |
| Put your mouth on the curb bitch and bite down |
| I’m a teach you a real lesson now motherfucker |
| Put your fucking mouth on the curb |
| Lawrence: Come on man |
| Put it on the curb right now! |
| That’s it! |
| Derek, no! |
| Now say good night |
| Motherfucker! |
| Drop your weapon. Put your weapon on the groud |
| Put your hands up. I said get your hands up. Now turn around |
| Put your hands behind your head. Get down on your knees right now! |