text: What I gotta do is let yall niggas know I am the nicest
  Once upon a crime, someone who was once fragile, innocent, and pure was suddenly corrupted and adopted by the streets. But the gift he brought with him to this world will effect our outlooks on not only rap music but on life as well, forever, forever
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin
  Unless you got my ends, Ima make you twins
  With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion
  Sell your soul, live your dreams, dont pay the cost then
  Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine
  A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like
  Fiends for drugs, I dont need no love
  Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex
  Were here, Ill bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
  You fuckin with Chris, fuck Pun, dead the wrath for later
  Get your calculator, the head decapitators back forever
  Cant count how many heads I had to sever 
  Half the niggas I keep, and put em back together
  Thats the terror, cut open your girl
  And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw 
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  No insanity plea from me, I ride the beef til I burn
  Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
  And in turn Im hostile, guess you can recall me antisocial
  Niggas shakin like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach
  Try to politic before I smoke em, like Sun Tzu
  Niggas do unto these snitches, before its done to you
  And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
  Best believe they comin for my dogs in the morning
  And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
  Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Gettin blowed out
  High, watch me murder the bird before he testify
  Strikes walkin close to my third, I live a troubled life
  And if you dream, be a part of my team
  From Long Beach to Queens
  Drug dealers to ex-fiends
  Keep yo eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustas 
  Either heaven or jail, its still hell for a hustler
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  I got seven Mac-11s, about eight .38s
  Nine 9s, ten Mac-10s the shits never end
  You cant touch my riches
  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
  Huh, thats how I got the weed spot
  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
  Lil Gotti got the shotty to your body
  So dont resist or you might miss Christmas
  I tote guns, I make number runs
  I give MCs the runs dripping
  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
  Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls
  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
  Oh my God Im dropping shit like a pigeon
  I hope youre listening, smacking babies at they christening
  So you better grab your pistol
  Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fucking shit spill
  And Im talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
  Fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  Its not a game, its war, plain and raw
  Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
  I personify every image that niggas fake
  I personify, really bring it to em
  Because Im -- I-I looked up to these niggas
  While on bail, they gon take my spot, big mistake, know what Im saying?
  My spot is wedged in, it aint going nowhere, you know what Im saying?
  Im coming right back for my place, anybody thats there, they gon have to move