what you think, playa, this shit's not even over
cause, i'm still ballin, rovin' through california
i'm callin out all the hatin ass dick lovers
bitch ridas, i'm a put your ass in a grinder
what you think AX done played out by track one?
what you think my guns ain't real or somethin?
what you think I don't spend days at the range
practicing puttin' hot lead through your fuckin brains
but you know that black's still the color of my glock
but you know that my raps, never fail to rock blocks
you're a snail and I just, separated your guts
with a razor got blood, gushin' through the deep cuts
get the flavor of KoniAK on these nuts, homes
big balls, king kong, of the rap kindom
still strong, be wrong, and I'm a break your bones
open up the windows, here come the dingos

never say my name in vain, i'll bring pain to your frame
peep game...
never say my name in vain, i'll bring pain to your frame
peep game...

I don't talk a lot of shit, but when it makes a difference
I buck pistols in your grillas, make ya'll squeal like bitches
Never said I was a killa, only showed you some pictures
And you stopped, then you listened, and assumed the position
Lil' one... who the fuck you think you dissin'?
Lil' one... reevaluate your mission!
Lil' one... I got 50 bucks saying that
You don't wanna fuck with this cat!
Comin' strong, bitch, I'm the kind with yellow stripes
Huntin' real game got no time to stop for mice
Gotta eat twice a day just to keep in me shape
You got nothin' on me, I'm a mothafuckin heavyweight
Golden state, is the place that I call my home
Eight five eight, when you gotta call on the phone
Feelin' great when I'm up on this microphone
Wanna be my bait, buckle up it's your turn