A buddha
Ballistic blacklisted
Tiwst of fate my

Vocal's fatal
As naughty block concoctions
Rock yo cradle i'd thoughti'd wait

Till the timin' was
Right to ignite 'cause people
Like me we only come out

At night i rock tha main line and
Party wit fine
B*** which is a dirty

Job but somebody's gotta do it
So who's the crew wit mo'
Hos than vivd so f** the crtics we

Leave em hangin' like
Inxs.