text: Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
  I will fear no evil, for you are with me
  Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
  You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
  You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
  Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life
  And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
  Niggas in my faction dont like askin questions
  Strictly gun-testin, coke-measurin
  Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito
  Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Mannys
  Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
  Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets
  Six up in your wig-piece, nigga deceased
  Muah, may you rest in peace
  With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
  Four-four and fifty-four draw
  As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear
  Shits official, only the Feds I fear
  Heres a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin
  The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin
  So dont you get suspicious
  Im Big Dangerous, youre just a Lil Vicious
  As I leave my competition, respirator style
  Climb the ladder to success escalator style
  Hold yall breath, I told yall
  Death controls yall, Big dont fold yall, uhh
  I spit phrases thatll thrill you
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you
  Uhh, uhh
  Watch Casino, Im the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
  Ask Nino, he know
  Green with envy, the green tempts me
  To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
  Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
  Live happily ever after in laughter
  Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster
  And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
  Three of mine dead, nothin left to do
  But tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed
  Incidents like this, I take trips
  Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy 
  Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour
  Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore
  Told me meet em in the future later
  Theyll take me shoppin, buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
  Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters
  Rich bitch shit, drinkin Cristal til they piss the shit, uhh
  Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches
  Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me
  Reminisce on dead friends too
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you
  Uhh, uhh
  You can be the shit, flash the fattest five 
  Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit
  You aint worth spit, just a memory
  Remember he used to push the champagne Range 
  Silly cat, wore suede in the rain
  Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame
  Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
  I cant recall his name , you mean that kid
  That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
  Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine?
  A fuckin shame, dukes a lame, whats his name?
  Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean?
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you
  Youre nobody til somebody kills you
  Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you