[Intro: Flow]
But look
I can't hear myself in the headphones, ion like that
Purp turn me up a lil bit
Yeah, yeah
What up Tune?
What's poppin' 5?
Marly G
Mack
I be ya, it be like
Y-M-CM-Blood
Look

[Verse 1:Flow]
I ain't got no flaws that be y'all with that sloppy shit
I just give 'em H-E-double hockey sticks
I be on that type of type of shit that you ain't never on
Swagga turnt up you can hear it through the Avalon
Riddin' through the east side mobbin' wit my Suwoos
And my chopper loaded and its lookin' for some zuzus
You can get the beef delivered, no DiGiornos
Fuck these lil boys call it Joe Paterno
I'm bumping Soulja Slim while I'm in hell in my smoke
Fuck around and cook a n***a like he fell on the stove
I got 25 guns on my motherfuckin' shelf
And all of them dirty like them dirty like them bitches out the mouth
(POW)
So please fall back before we whack n***as
Yellow Percocets and Tussionex got my back itchin'
I'm pooping pill, sippin' lean, smokin' all the piff
Never runnin' out cause my girlfriend a pharmacist