Heard that you'd been in kahoots, with some hoes that got the boot
Drawn and quartered, 'bout to tear your bitch ass tongue out by its root
Rooting for the enemy I had to see you suffer too
If I was a stupid ass bitch I'd be just like you, bucking for a band or two
Holding five, going live, for the past 5 or 6 years I've been trappin fool
Rozzy is a roadman, standing in my kappa suit
Strapped for any battle in Seattle, serve a savage ruth
What the fuck you think gonna happen fucking with my Handzum crew
I got roadmen and they shoot, send my roadmen after you
Bullets bumpin' like Beirut, I say dump it and they shoot
Break out with them RPG's and pull up like a pamper do
Dylan, the toolman, dude you're freaking cool man
Pull up with the lickel bang thing, and reload the bitch like a food stamp

Knock - Knock, who's that?, R O double Z Y, hello hi, hella agitated so I keep my message thread drier than Sudan
Heavy gun like Uganda, Heavy gun like Sudan
Attitude like Phillip Decker and I'm really back up on the move man
Feeling like a brand new man, everybody still hate though cause I'm on top like a halo, spray it up like faygo
Heavy gun like halo, but this ain't no game bitch
Never fail, never fold, never soft, never quit, never fade bitch
Lane switching with the paint drippin
Turn your neck I'm about to catch your main bitch
Turn her out and make her walk the track and bring it back until her feet break bitch

Break hoe, break north, I don't take no break
Break a dumb hoe, point me a tone, point me straight to the safe
Cloaked up, mask down, bitch I feel just like the wraith
Nine the gauge, I'm in a rage
Doing 90, with no breaks
Mental breaking, breaking down all up in the funky town got me awake
I don't care about a dang old thing, I don't care if I'mma die today
Bust it down, just like a play
Push my problems out the way, you can get it if you wanna get it
You would never get it anyway
Fast break, point break, bring it back to the point mane
Score a point, point em out, I'll point it at ya like point blank
Whatcha know about the road, many mans sold his soul to the road
Hands like me go dummy on the road, I get money on the road
Hit the jack, hit the road
Came back from back to back sold out shows
As soon as I'm back I'm gonna go down coast
And stick mans up for the whole pound though
Whatcha know bout G's
Whatcha know bout P's
Whatcha know bout Keys
Whatcha know bout G's like these
Whatcha know bout back in 07' when I use to have a fold out phone
Wake up get back to the road
I love money and the man of reload
Mans like me chase after the cash
No, i never dash after the hoe