[Verse 1]
Stuck in a jam
Why you wanna f** with me, fam?
I'm tryna live a square life, you wanna f** up my plan
Under a bus, f**er, I'll throw you under a van
Throw the van in reverse and then I'll do it again
Grand theft auto, the man with the sket also
Two turntables, a tec that'll touch torsos, P!
n***as thinking that the family sweet
Run up on Ruck you'll get beat with hands and feet, n***a
Kimbo Slice and a slice of Jim Kelly
Thing go pop and it enter your thin belly
f** being humble, I'm better than everybody
Melancholy n***as get hit with a heavy shotty
Dumb f**ers don't know how the rules go
Young pups can't f** with the Cujo
You bark better than you bite
Yeah, I bark, but I'm better when I fight
[Verse 2]
Some of the nicest n***as in the game is friends
If I do a song with 'em then the friendship'll end
Sore loser
Spitting the raw, ignore Rugers
That n***a frauds like Jean Claude and broad movers
East coast n***as, west coast n***as
I eat most n***as with the sket close, n***a
I make you mad you livin'
f**ing with Sean Price, that's a bad decision
I was once f**ed up, from the ash I risen
A lot of fights, almost got slashed in prison
Money on my head, you can ask my ibn
This rap is a actual fact that's written
I'll f** a n***a up, but if cash is given
I will split a n***a head, call it bad division
I dismember your memory, holmes
Dedicate this to Timothy Stone