Verse 1: I am on that New Era Yankee one size fits all ready to ball while seeing all you niggax fall 6 foot 3 inches tall watching you crawl when you hear that yes yes yall you shit no stall deep within the game like stains in your drawls playing niggax like spidey climbing up walls a villian forever chilling top billing more Wicked than your women infants and your children bitch slapping cats illing for real no feeling left in your hearts cuz of that bitch shit you was kicking I constantly move to stick when I am on a mission never caught off guard never been a victim too real for that too rugged too raw spitting that acid type shit burning straight thru ur core 1st Degree 2nd Degree I can afford to make niggaz trying to test Run Back 2 Da Lord Verse 2: Its mad hard to tell the way you fell then got jailed talking tough now will get you sent thru the mail ashes to ashes dust to dust should've played the role homey but you talked to much thought you would get out on that Frank White shit until them wolves came thru and put the snif to your snitch Now all you got is shame attached to your name no respect for your fam you showed none to the game now you just another angel in theoutfield goody to-shoe-rapper who died with a mouth filled old lessons to be learned by you new bills that I will snatch quick fast if you don't chill cuz dudes these days are too fucking virtual beefing behind the scenes where who's really hurting who making videos acting displayingyou hard until I came with that flame leaving ur remains chard I keep my shit live cuz it aint that hard to see if a nigga really true indeed with that heart until i shank it out then expose it to the Gods leaving BK stains on ur whole fucking squad Its Brooklyn's Own who's too rugged to raw spittin that acid type shit burning straight to your core 1st Degree 2nd Degree I can afford to make niggaz trying to test Run Back 2 Da Lord