Uh, uh, yeah, say

Look man i come from where the shots go off yeah

Im used to that
Heres where them things get off and fiends use em now
Where they makin' that hardcore music at a square compared to a gangsta there's no confusin that

Who is that, who was that, who was rapping with that ghetto sound i mean i should get used to that
Tryin to change my ways but im so true to that
Paper i cant help it i know what to do with that

But i do with that

I hope you die of $%&^xx inhalation