[Intro]
It's that new hot-off-the-press shit
Zee Unit
Good lookin' 50, lemme run with this one
Chuh! (Whatup [?]? Kap, what's good?)
Yeah

[Verse]
When I was broke
I whipped out on few stars, like Harold and Kumar
Made 'em jump out of their new cars, ha
You're not home we come to plug ya? Pull a gun on your mother
Or your father, we don't give a fuck, one or the other
You soft, I get you streched like baking soda
While your girl drink my nut like Jamaican colas
I'll fuck her first, when I'm done, my cousin squirts
Then I go in her fucking purse and take a hundred Percs
I got this shit locked like Leavenworth
How it is in Heaven, it shall be on Earth
I spit a verse like the reverend, the head of the church
My bitch a registered nurse, she pump lead from her purse
Pop shit? We come where you stay there and spray it
You don't die, you better lay there and fake it
Talk shit like you controllin' the south
Like BIG, you can't talk with them fours in your mouth
Big fifty-cal'll put a hole in your house
Kill everything livin', n***a, it won't be a mouse