We used to be number 10. Now we're permanent one. In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm. Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm.
Everyone wants to be a cowboy. Grab your guns boy. Forty-five by my side, do he live. No the nigga dies. . Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen. You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt.
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller. It made all the gun man holler. Mack 11 guard your gorilla. . Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon. MC's babble on and on I phenom.