I'm a killa i got that 9 milla to yo' fuckin' grill will ya (a.talk shit and die or (b. not fuck wit' me period i serious you delerious seein' shit that isn't there can you hear my plee if you can you ignorin' so fuck you you aint shit to me can you see the light go toward it get blinded my eyes is glazed i can't see shit but the blunt i blazed i'm already dazed and confused i've done been spit out and reused i'm used to bein' walked all over and used and abused by bitches i'm used to gettin' stitches i'm used to killin' snitches i used to glitches -n- hittin' switches fuck the fame and the riches that come wit i'm over it all i'm gettin' blood on the wall through out the halls bleedin' from my ball sack i'm back wit a phat doobie snack fuck crack i'm givin' it up i'm done pissin' in a fuckin' cup every time i go up state to get tested for drugs fuck it i'm out mutha fucka