[Intro]
Parte Dos
And That's Because The Shit Don't Stop Homeboy
It's An Aggravated Assault
C-Mack 11
I'm Going Berserk

[Verse 1]
Fool I Don’t Go To Meetings
With Out The Hammer
So Fools Need To Check
Their Fucken Manners
Cause Their Life Is On The Line
Messing With This Jackal
When The Doe Get Slow
Guaranteed To Jack You
Yeah Dog
This For The 213
The Area Code
That Gave Birth To A G
So Catch Me In The Hood
In Your CD Player
Ese Bagging Up Work
Put It On The Conveyor
True Story
My 9 Goes Bang
And It Make Me Immortal
When They Come Through The Portal
I’m Necessary
I’m Pure And Uncut
The # 1 Gangster
Homie Strolling In Chucks
It Sound Crazy
But Walk With Me
I Could Take You On A Trip
Like Its LSD
Guaranteed
You Can't Fuck With Me
Cause You Got To Be Connected
And Control Is The Key
[Hook]
Life In The Fast Lane
You Playing With Fire
Ese I’m A Bring It To You
Muthafucken Supplier
Get You Higher
I’m A Criminal Figure
And All You Need To Know
I’m From The West And A Killer
In The Fast Lane
Everything Is Dead
Ese With The Fallen Angels
We Was Interbred
Now We Here
Like An Evil Spirit
I’ve Implanted In Your Mind
A Demonic Image

[Verse 2]
Homie This Ghetto Music
Is Built To Destroy
A Poisonous Product
Is The Shit I Deploy
We In Here
With The A To The K
Stop Fronting Muthafuckers
Cause I’ll Bury You Lames
Ain’t No Way
You’ll Make A Move Against Me
I Strike So Fast
You’ll Be The Thing Of The Past
I’m At The Crossroads
The Usual Suspect
I Protect What I’ve Earned
And Them Bullets Will Burn
Right Or Wrong
I Do What I Feel
Cause I’m Living This Shit
And This Shit Is Real
Ese License To Kill
When Its Over The Money
The World So Cold
Ain’t A Damn Thing Funny
Get A Dose Of This
Get Your Pistol Ready
You Should Be Concerned
Cause Its Getting Heavy
Already
I’m A About To Empty
Ese 30 On Your Face
Brain Chunk Confetti
[Hook]
Life In The Fast Lane
You Playing With Fire
Ese I’m A Bring It To You
Muthafucken Supplier
Get You Higher
I’m A Criminal Figure
And All You Need To Know
I’m From The West And A Killer
In The Fast Lane
Everything Is Dead
Ese With The Fallen Angels
We Was Interbred
Now We Here
Like An Evil Spirit
I’ve Implanted In Your Mind
A Demonic Image

[Verse 3]
You Roll Through My Hood
Like The President
In A Fucken Motorcade
J.F.K’d Your Head
You Dead
And My Posse Deep
I Got Snipers On The Roof
That Put Your Ass To Sleep
We Parasites
The Indictment Read
My New Shit Leak
And Multiply In A Week
Its Looking Bleak
Cause My Style Unique
And All You Wack Ass Producers
Trying To Shoot Me A Beat
I Don’t Trust Em
With Their Sorry Ass Lines
They Ain’t Got No Wind
To Contain These Rhymes
So If It Ain’t Dope
Don’t Waste My Time
But If Its Sick Like That
I'm A Go For Mine
I Make Em Mad
They Can't Rock Like This
I Been Going Hard
Since 96
So You Know
What You Coming Across
All You Young Muthafuckers
Best Beware Of The Boss