text: {Intro:]
  Yo
  Imma smoke this nigga, man..
  What the fuck yall doin man? You fuckin with the jam master
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight)
  I aint fuckin with you niggas, I aint fuckin with you niggas
  This stupid nigga, man
  Fuck that
  Uh
  Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  Yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo!
  I make yo 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 playa 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 da rules
  Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin 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 ya 
  Blood rushin, concussions, aint nothing
  Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something
  Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumping
  I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system
  Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit
  Guard ya 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
  Time, time for you to die 
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
  Time, time for you to die
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight 
  Time, time for you to die
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
  What, what, what, what?
  Im flamin gats, aimin at, these fucking
  Maniacs, put my name in raps, what part the
  Game is that? Like they hustle backwards
  I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies, you cant touch me
  Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy
  Youre bleeding lovely, with yo, spirit above me
  Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
  Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me
  Rest where the worms and the weak be
  My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
  With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most
  You hold your toast shaky, slippin tryin to break me
  Look what you made me do, brains blew
  My team in the marine-blue, six Coupe
  Skeeted out, weeded out, cleanin out -- the block
  For distances, givin long kisses bitch!
  Time, time for you to die
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
  Time, time for you to die
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
  Time, time for you to die
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
  Frank White the menacing, Chron-Chrons the medicine
  I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
  Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer
  Then, drugs and MAC-10s
  Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you
  Be broke -- girls wont date you
  Thats why I relate to, choke yo ass out til your face blue
  Make you, open the safe too
  No matter how you call it 
  This brolic, alcoholic
  Like his weed greend out, like his brick solid
  Distribute to, kids who, take heart like Valentine
  Drink Ballantine, all the time
  Slugs hit your chest tap your spine, flatline
  Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo times
  Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though
  Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no
  Time, time for you to die
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
  Time, for you to die
  As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
  Fuck that!
  That nigga tryna be on that up and coming shit, FUCK THAT!
  I ain’t the type to toot my horn, but toot toot motherfucker! I’m the nicest nigga in the game, man! Face the motherfucking facts man!
  You fuckin with the other side! You can’t see me! You can’t see me! In a fistfight you won’t SEE me nigga!
  Sick of this bullshit
  Only reason I ain’t naming no names, is so I dont give these bitch-ass niggas a chance to make a record coming back just to sell a few units
  Faggots!
  Old dirty half-ass niggas, man..