(uh um) Mr d Carter, from out the deep water
Thank the lord
For my voice, the beat and the
Re-carter, now pick an alphabet
And You're Z'en While im up trying to
Be the best MC'en now let me
In i got my Key in and with
Them alphabets I never use p-e-n
But I got a lot of paper, but a
Lot ain't enough so I got an occupation
Gotta bring
The evil straight to the kitchen table
Homey if you're girl pregnant you should
Kiss her navel
Cause you prolly won't live to
See the mother fucking
Cradle, you're past left a scar
And the futures looking fatal
You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior
Gotta be the bread winner so go rob the
Break maker when they put
You're homey to sleep, it gotta be a wake up
You move in the hood then
You gotta meet the neighbors (thank you)

I holla bitch get off me
Bitch get off me i'm the
Little ass nigga known as big
Homey, the killers is ballin, the niggas is
Targets, the snitches is talking
But this is New Orleans i love what
I got I'm just living the moment
I ain't dying just yet
I take a shit in the coffin
I Already know how to piss in the toilet
Im trying to get the pot to piss in
The morning i never fall back
I'd rather go forward
And when I come through you
Better duck like Howard
Because I got power, just like a forward
I come through the lane and straight dunk
Like stottlemyre m-Ire reminds me of I'uh
Hes a Phoenix sun and I am fire
Disrespect me and I spit fire to neck
And back like you are Kaya