Fashion- 
Hey it's the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about 
Puffin' on a fat one, guzzlin' a Guinness Stout 
Bonin' BITCHES on a regular, word up, my game is lethal 
That's my word, I'm tellin ya 
Livin' foul like a motherfucka, that's the way it's been 
Ever since I was a shorty, sucker 
So don't even try to flex, I'll put a round in your chest 
And leave you in a fuckin' mess 
Niggas know my style they be playin', if I have to catch a body 
I will, know what I'm sayin'? 
Niggas from Corona don't be havin' it, you put your face in my grill 
I'll be stabbin' it 
You fuck around and catch a bad one, I'll kill you like a 6pack 
And put you in a bag, son 
And I still ain't frontin', fully loaded keg shells 
Ready to go huntin' You don't stop, you keep on (2x) 
Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm 
You don't stop, you keep on (2x) 
Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm 

I come equipped with shit that's fucken wicked, damn 
Niggers cant fuck with the program 
I take a stand and look down the clip 
I take a swig and then spark up the spliff(boom) 
Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk 
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk 
I told you once and I won't tell you twice, I smoke the blunts 
And we won't pay the price 
For pussy or any fuckin' mass , plus I'm raw dogstyle 
In your girls ass, ho, OOH! I think I just came 
Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain 
Shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this 
Punk, you can't come near it, so fear it 
Or you'll go out like the priest 
Don't you know that I'm the wicked nigga from the East,Coast 

You don't stop, you keep on (2x) 
Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm 
(A third of the trio in the house) 
You don't stop, you keep on (2x) 
Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm 

Ooh child, motherfuckas bound with the licks 
Oh shit', I'm hittin' niggas sick with my tricks 
So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go 
On with the flow, better act like you know, hey 
But I won't take no prisoners, got shit for his-n'-hers 
Fucks up you all, when the nuts have a ball 
Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker 
Get fucked up when we toke with the joker 
And, never let me see you cryin' heads start to fly 
And it's time for their dyin' 
And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep 
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck countin' sheep 
And come on, step on up and meet my Tek 
Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your fuckin' neck 
'Cause I'ma let off and bust a shot in your eye 
Make way motherfucks, it's the real superfly! 

Yeah, yeah, yo,yo,yo, HO 
Where the fuck is my liquor? 

YOU, BITCH!