| Can’t understand my city’s under siege |
| F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin' 'cause I mean it |
| 'Til these muthafuckas bury me |
| 37−40 pull that pistol packin' |
| Gun slangin', bangin' Southside |
| Heat bringer, heat slanger |
| Head banger, jaw re-arranger, the bitch strangler |
| A total stranger in your face with this thing aimed at ya |
| You’re facin' danger, 16 with one up in the chamber |
| I’m 'bout to stain ya, with this muthafuckin' handgun |
| And fuck them laws |
| They got my brother already, they can suck my balls |
| Average nigga have no luck at all |
| But because I be in my 'Lac chillin' |
| They stereotype me thinkin' I’m into crack sellin' |
| Man, I’m Windy City 2−20, anybody chin checker |
| 3rd floor Lake Grove, 35th in leather gloves |
| With the snub nose, complex born and raised |
| And under siege every day |
| The definition, of a guerilla |
| He is a killa, robbin' for scrilla |
| Not your average every-day nigga |
| The laws at me, better off dead 'cause I ain’t happy |
| Kill or be killed, I’d rather go to war before they catch me |
| Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest’s |
| A born legend by the way of .357 |
| I’m an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l K-a-p-o-n-e |
| The last man standing |
| Rollin', ridin', slowly slidin' |
| Creepin' up in the corners where you hoes be hidin' |
| Takin' you over in ways you never even thought of |
| The city’s under siege, nigga, don’t get caught up |
| I’m a 4th Ave Lake Street ridin' ass nigga |
| Still a? superior executioner |
| Da bomb M-i-d-w-e-s-t marauder |
| Da killa wit? |
| (A city under siege) |
| Ghetto birds hover over South Side Chicago |
| Ellis Park killin' fields, gang war rival |
| Bigger than the sears tower, I was a pain in the smoke |
| They found his body floatin' the lake shore |
| 8 holes filled up his body full of hot ones |
| Shot one, two, three, four, down like dominoes |
| Cop killin', Colombian necktie vic |
| Split, throat slit, it’s over with |
| I said a hip-hop |
| Pour a cup of coffee and then I’ll sip and stop |
| Because we gettin' watched by some new group |
| New boo’d MC’s walkin' around like you and me |
| But all they do is listen shit only a fool’d believe |
| 275, big fat and nasty, fuck bein' classy |
| I’m straight ghetto, chuckin' beer bottles out the window |
| Nigga, I been broke so i say fuck poppin' some Dom P |
| I’m drinkin' MD 20−20, my city’s under siege |