From the slums and crumbs a knuckle head acting dumb
Succumb to the worlds sinister ways and these days
Fools quick to spray words a verbal arsenal take it personal flashin' pistols
Now another funerals laid cops paid
To do the same thing the hood doing to us
Design for us to die fast and in a hurry bury by drains I'm talkin' Curry deep range thoughts circling as swang in my woodgrain
Steering wheel now tell can me can ya feel the Southside the real
-'ist poets ain't made for rest so test if ya want watch the pain come and haunt
Shatterin' your every move y'all don't wanna duel
Still playin' the hearts of madness yo they stay fools
I play a mule nice but come off cruel
Keep it smoother than a jazz solo
Oh no take another puff of the cocoa so...


Adjust my crown at the top far from a slop
Enemies get the casket prop it don't stop
Rhymes drop keep it movin' like it's hot
Too touch flows I crutch choose women like Hutch
Ya know I'm finna clutch
Victory it ain't a mystery so many haters gall after me cuz I **** em easily
Rollin' rillaz and hang with killaz scrappin' for scrillaz
Skipped school to hang with the local dealers feelin' iller
Than the next man knockin' any **** and who can?
Stop the south side for running and gunning
We'll still keep hunting so keep stunting
Alberta stand up we mobbin' up black Caesar style
Problem child since I seen the devil's smile
Problems pile check my style
Killer rhymes like Mike I'll make ta fadeway once the words I say
Is laid to a track
The man in black with that mack attack so all ya hataz sit back