text: Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows 
  Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
  One, two ,three , and to the four
  Eazy muthafuckin E
  With the chrome to your dome
  Cruisin in my 64 rag top
  I got a lot of juice
  A lot of fuckin block
  Now when I hit that switch Im bouncin
  More bounce to the ounce
  And Im clownin
  Keep the gat in my lap
  Cuz Im fully strapped
  For the car jackers
  Fuck no hapsters
  I pack a Tech-9
  Plus a AK-47
  Send a one way ticket to my hell
  Or maybe heaven, peep
  Nigga I dont sleep
  Bury muthafuckas in the concrete
  You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
  But I peep you niggas out in my left window
  So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
  Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe
  Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
  Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
  Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
  Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
  Ridin on these niggas ‘cause they lame
  In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me?
  Blame it on my mama, Im a thug nigga
  Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
  Tell me if its on, nigga, then we first to bomb
  Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit em up, WESTSIDE!
  Aint nobody loved me as a broke nigga
  Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
  I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back
  I get my currency in stacks, California is where Im at
  Ridin, passed by while these niggas wondered why
  I got shot but didnt die, let em see whos next to try
  Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed
  For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; nigga, still ballin
  Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
  Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
  So you wanna be hardcore?
  With your hat to the back
  Talkin about the gats in ya raps
  But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screamin
  Maybe Im dreamin
  This aint Christopher Williams
  Still some MCs gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some
  To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy
  I get up in that ass like a wedgie
  Says who? Says me, the lyrical
  Niggas sayin, Biggie off the street, its a miracle!
  Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
  Just for niggas actin shifty
  Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill ya quicker
  Especially when Im drunk off the liquor
  Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks-es
  Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
  The funk, baby
  Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
  Monster, how should I feel?
  Creatures lie here, looking through the windows