You don't know my fucking steelo
I can't fuck with you punk if you can't cop a kilo
36 ozs, no gold D's, hoes on their knees, bitch please
I owe the mob 4 million
They want their money or their dope or they're killing all my children
Fuck that I'm Bruce Wayne insane
If you see me in the rain I'm selling cocaine
You see I just joined the mob man
It's either run with the righteous or Batman and Robin
And I ain't with the stick up for every n***a that you stick up
He's bound to call his clique up
I got to worry 'bout the police
And the F.B.I., wanna know why
'Cause I'm a million dolla ball playa
And these minor league n***as would love to see me fall playa
I'm on craps like 2 dice
Fuck FM 98 and that bitch nothin' nice
I'm underground like P-Funk
And I'll still put your bloody body in the fucking trunk punk
I'm on 7 mile riding dirty
With a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk
N***a what?
I'm on 7 mile ridin' dirty

168 an 8th to jump back
So now I must add and subtract the pape stack
Ill automobiles, V12's and meals
A half a million dollar house out in the hills
My chrome plated .357's my tool
N***a don't make me act the fuckin' fool
You's a hoe ass n***a, ain't got no loot
If basketball was a gun, you'd be scared to shoot
Fuck that rap that you saying, don't make no sense
My recital is vital once I commence
Got 36 oz, one kilo z
2 8th's is a half and 4 is a key
I'm a street politician so I politic
If the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't clickin'
Get a bird motherfucker, fuck that nine to five
Call me John Travlota 'cause I'm stayin' alive
7 mile ridin' dirty to all my homies sellin' dope
Don't be a snitch and don't go broke