[V.I]
I wake up to faces
That look like me and they getting paid
I lit up my bone walked out the house
As I flipped me blade

Do dirt by me lonely
No need for me to un-cock the clip
I'm out on the interstate
Hit you for 2-11 bitch

Who the fuck think they is
That's rapping like me and ganking styles
They don't know who be
Crook smile the juvenile problem child

I look to my right
My blinker on then I bust a left
I'm flying pass Crenshaw
In all black to put you to rest

Falling out this codeine
Got me at the wheel like sleepers on it
I'm skating for minutes
Then spot the house then I hit the corner

Hop out the Impala
Made sure my butterfly polish
I'm creeping he got Rottweiler's
I hit them with that new silent

The front door was lock damn
So head to the fucking back
I slipped in the dog's door
Just like a fucking ally cat

Before got to business
I opened up the refrigerator
And ate me some grub
Cause in my pockets was Now And Laters

Then heard a noise "Oh shit"
As I crouch and then I grabbed on my shit
Ain't gonna hit me for that 45-9
As I peeked it was his fucking bitch

Yeah her ass was fat
And I can tell that she did her tits
My dick hard as diamonds
But fuck it I'll kill her and make it quick

She turned on the tv
And started walking to the kitchen
By now I'm in the living room
And feel like Ramirez Richard

She walked to the couch
And had a few drinks of Scotch
Soon as she start nodding off
I jumped up like it was jack in the box

I grabbed her jaw jewelry popped
Soon as she kicked down the fuckin glass
Before hit the floor blood stain
Her robe with her neck in half

Wiped my blade off with her hair
Then creeped my way up the stairs
Before hit the right room
I got lost was like thousand in there

Can believe he live like a king
Platinum plaques all off my fucking swang
Ima wake up the trick
And in his forehead I'll carve my name

Cold blade slapped his face
He didn't budge I said, "Wake up trick"
All he saw was gold teeth
Must knew me cause he all frantic and shit

Before got two words in
He reach for the dresser 'cab
Before he can shoot me
I jammed my knife in his fucking back

I'm too fucking cool like that
Too cash to get caught from rats
Before fled the scene
Cross out his name now it's 3am

Putting em all in hearse
You can't run when it's time to get checked
Body slamming them 6 feet under
With the blade now they mark for death

I'm looking for more names
Right now up to number 2
I filled up my tank
Now time to cruise to Michigan fool