text: Too much smoke in here man
  Open a fucking window
  What the fuck man
  Yo yo yo yo yo
  I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
  When I release, you lose teeth like Lil Cease
  Nigga please, blood floods your Dungarees
  And thats just the half of my warpath
  Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater
  Than the average player hater and spectators
  Buy my CD twice, they see me in the streets
  They be like, Yo he nice, but thats on the low though
  Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
  I pull out fo-fos and go up in they clothes
  Short-change niggas, snort-caine niggas
  Extortion came quicker, bought the Range, nigga
  Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
  Til Lil Cease crippled me
  Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
  The game sour like a pickle be, yall know the rules
  Move from BK to New Jeruz; thinking bout
  All the planes we flew, bitches we ran through
  Now the years new, I lay my game flat
  I want my spot back--take two
  Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggas envious
  Too many niggas on my dick, shit strenuous
  When my men bust, you just move with such stamina
  Slugs missed ya; I aint mad at cha
  Blood rushin, concussions aint nothin
  Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something
  Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin
  I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system
  Knocking Mase shit; face it, we hard to hit
  Guard your shit, fore I stick you for your re-up
  Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up
  Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss
  Yall cant see this
  That this might be the night
  This might be the night, thats right, thats right
  This might be the night 
  Niggas playing they hands wrong, thats why they wont last long
  Finessed what I was dealt with from the day I was born
  While you bent up on that corner, niggas plotting and scheming
  Up in them little holes, be creeping with Mac demons
  Niggas know not to fuck with my dough
  Niggas know not to fuck with this little bro, Im 10 seconds hitngo
  Black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuk Timbs
  Enough to confuse any witness
  Strongest of calibers, is what we only travel with
  You gotta get hit, your man dead, so you got a hand in it
  Extort yall, once friends, now we gotta cross yall
  You know the niggas with the biggest balls set the new laws
  And flip fours, have em washing drawers while you up North
  Gat to your jugular, getting your salad tossed
  Overhearing niggas situations, singing like Lou Rawls
  Sitting on the stand with no remorse
  Yall cant see this
  That this might be the night
  This might be the night, thats right, thats right
  This might be the night 
  Yo, yo, how we do niggas, I dont beef, I shoot niggas
  If I cant get the main character, a few niggas then
  I dont need no gin to boost me
  I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go
  I got fire in my heart, guns in my car
  Cash in my Carhartts, it aint hard to get em
  Like blaow when I hit em, the nigga shit his drawers
  When the 40-pound hit him, the fuck these niggas thought?
  Could it be the fame, maybe its the 2 Benz or
  Would it be the same if I couldnt claim those?
  Fuckin put holes through your Range Rove
  Cocksucker, beat it, while you bleedin on the dashboard
  Niggas get, what they hand call for, Im gettin rich
  You get deaded, I get erections over revenge, kid
  You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
  Ill lay a nigga down and steam roll away...
  Yall cant see this
  That this might be the night
  This might be the night, thats right, thats right
  This might be the night