Am dead to the streets cause I aint physically there
They'll put a bullet in these punks that scared
Am out of bounds, in distant land

Just me and my cellie heats close in hand
So $#&@ Lil Rob I should've smashed you (*##$
But I aint got no time for your friendly %#@!

Would've choked your $$# out and tighten my grip
And for your entourage, I had a hundred round clip
All them !@$)gots from your area Mrs. Shadow always says

You ryhme like a slave you little beaner you lame
LITTLE WHAT! you $#&@in pimple face
I'll pop you with a glock and leave no trace

Then I shoot back to Los where the gangsters at
With the capital murder over nikey at
Oh, it's on, Low Profile get whakced

Even Royal moutha$#&@ers get slapped with gats

Mad At The World

Man lil rob you sound gay as $#&@, $#&@ rapperin