Out in these streets, streets I'm in My duffle-duffle I'm still a prissy Bitch, Betsy Johnson ruffle-ruffles
These bitches wanna scuffle, so then I squeeze and shoot I'm such a five-Star bitch, you better come salute
Out in these streets it's real some Chicks here know the drill If you Hold that Glock for real then you Know to cock and peel
I'm from the streets of Phil where The rules go kill be killed Don't Trust the niggas' letters, stack that Shit with the bills
But if you love him, trust him still, Read between the lines Don't be a Foolish bitch, niggas don't do well With time
Some niggas get to chatting, you Won't know what then happened. The cops gon' get to snatchin', shake Ya head, this nigga rattin'
I'm everything I seem, clip-fully Loaded machine-grip. Ballin' black Throwin' deep, ends they push me Off the deep end
Take a slip, I murder pen, Murderous verses like I'm flirting With murder
These surgical gloves can't touch Me like an oven mitt, some other Shit we comin' with just for the Buck of it
We not the ones you're runnin' with, Murder who you're runnin' with Run and G your back-ache, Silverback gorilla, black cape
Great aim, gold flames burn your Face, know your place We'll get Erased from the planet, ambers Cockin' from a phantom
Paint him deaf on a platter, splatter Shatter glass from a rabbit blast From a cannon
Fuck where them bullets landing, You don't really understand it They Can't stand him, throwin' shots like A tantrum
At your manes and numb, damage Them, doctors bandage him, kidnap Him, hold him for ransom, uh, Murder
Yo yo, I get to droppin' it, this topic Is erogenous Sublogenous, Monogamous, my problem is I'm in The biz
Y'all just some kids tryin' to be my Equal and you ain't really got no Plans I tried to put this in your Hands, now you sinkin' in the sand
What the fuck you talkin' about Take this shit and walk it out Now I'm about to calk you out, we can Get to sparkin'
When I get cold, the hawk come Out, dead bitch walking, chalk her Out. I don't wanna talk it out, you Know what I'm talking bout
Murda ya, humiliation, vicious Bullshit imitation Oh thank God We no relation, this shit here my Occupation
Held it down and repped it well, see Just why you didn't sell You tried to Listen, wouldn't jell, oh my God, What the hell
Now I'm back, damn, you heard her Get your weight up, get your words Up You lyrically don't wanna hurt Her
I've returned to pull some skirts up, Reppin' uptown, northside, south Get to reppin' in your mouth, I'm Gon' use it like a burner
Philly streets, we call this murda, How your blood taste Razor blade Your face, they say amazing grace.
Came from space, you gon' Participate. Don't get disintegrate, We made it, this is Crystal Lake
Voorhees, I'm at it, swift to pace, no Machete, chopper hangin' I'm a Chevy, ready, ain't break the levy
This is heavy, get your weight up. I Carry my city, sleepin' on me, shots Make him wake up
Design of death, last breath, pass Best, pass in a test No neither, they Aint really ready yet
Bench status, best at it, craftmatic, Laugh at him, back fast His ass Backwards, I ain't mad at him
I fast on him and blast on him, Laugh at him right after I wipe my Ass on him, it's the last motor
God's son and daughter, wake up in The mornin', angels at my bed, can I Take your order
I am out of order, slice a lemon From my cervix cuz