Left the building all scarred up heavy ...These niggas couldnt take the chain its to heavy...Word to motha i was swingin that shoalin style machette .. Now when i come threw what up post my foes throwin confetty ..My gear is a world premier fox gator ox bear now im dickin down heather locklier..Rubber glock in the glove box ..Benz drop yea ..Hit the mall in long island they got hens out there..Im not a sex symbol gangsta or activist ..I just bubble like acid in a glass of crys..My kicks is illmatic robes drag across the floor gun hand be sore from choppin the raw ..And when the jet land smoked out just look right unda ya the air craft carry back half of columbia ..Yea seperate the rubble stay beatin niggas brains out wit the gods broke belt buckle..Jewels pay respect to the larenettes ..The chain blew niggas away like a claranete .. And my hoes they so happy i aint married yet but i still walk down the isle wit a plastic tech hollaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!