[Husalah:]
Dippin, mind on my riches
36 shots in my clip and this %#@! rippin

Listen, you can hear death reppin
Riddin in his 72 caprice with his weapon
And his name is husalah

Manifested bringing death to suckas
Classic, the words of a psycho
Hand on my rifle, tucked by the lightpole

Itching to take blood
Waiting to take life from haters with slanderous tongues
I like fights but it's fun to handle a gun

^!$$%s been rich, been on the run, been on one
My satanic cannon is tragic
Everytime I grab it brraaap and it's tragic

Young smiling riding in my drop
Over a hundred thow wow shuttin down parking lots ^!$$%


[Jacka:]
They didn't believe me
When I told them I was crazy, crazy

Ridin in my hundred thousand dollar car
Mind on my murder
All I think about is murder lately, lately


You wanna get fly like a gangsta
Push pies like a gangsta

But u scared to die like a gangsta
And when it's really going down
You ^!$$%s ain't around

Mac 9 11 that [? ] go 60 rounds
Know I can spit like wrap it round or slow it down
Pop em off with that slow flow that I'll show

I pull up on fo's up in the ols boat
(*##$es on my dick but all I give a %#@! about is !@%!e
I'm in the motha$#&@ing kitchen whippin

Doin things with this !@(% that's not to mention
Cross country shippin, money is flippin
Loadin up these clips for these ^!$$%s that's snitching

(*##$, my %#@! rip like a JIMMY that don't fit
I told ya'll ^!$$%s that's it's husalah
Ridin in my %#@! tryna murder motha $#&@as

Ridin round town tryna murder motha $#&@as

Murder isnt easy

But when you do it once, you can do it a million times
Take a million lives
Sellin dope is easy

But when you get caught, ask yourself can you do your time
Or snitch and die, this is why


I don't sleep
Keep a long thing that's at least 3 feet
People die everyday cause they instinct weak

When you do fail to think then you're playing for defeat
This is real life
And the things people do is real trife

More often than not the results is your life
I'm on my way to the federal correctional
Climb in my SL 5 every late night

Thinkin how my life is miraculous
Ex kingpin getting rich from this rap %#@!
In 94 sold my soul for that crack %#@!

In 99 found out that was black %#@!
Graduated to bricks wrote a plan and a tactic
Got rich, but the end was a classic

Young dope dealer duckin feds in the traffic
Young dope dealer duckin feds in the traffic
Got convicted so now I can rap it

Most of these rappers never did it so they actin
They was never even seen on the set
All of they time was gangbanging on the internet

But the SL 500 is real
The 2.76's will take of yo grill
By the time this comes out I'm a be locked up

But the mob still got %#@! blocked up
You gonna get tired of hiding, try to come outside
That's the night your (*##$ $$# gonna get popped up

Now you belive me cause you realize that you're scared to die

From a homicide, homicide
I'm ridin in a hundred thousand dollar car
Going crazy
All I think about is murder lately, lately