young Reed southwest representa, philly philly philly im steppin up to tha centa, with that all-black Beretta bruh, let me put some led in ya, and i got my blade too the 1 that was on predator, i be wit wutever bruh, grindin etcetera , ^!$$%s gettin robbed too i gots to get my chedda up. heres Reed im in the game and im about to !@*@ it up, u !@*@in nutt, u !@*@ wit us, u !@*@ with thus, wut the !@*@ is up. wait let me switch it up, im bout to rippem up, he $$# and he look like trash/ im bout to pickem up. 4 pounds sittem down, A.R. lift him up, giv it up, you diggin us, now giddy-up. rearrange splittem up, burry him diggem up, topklass ^!$$% wut, yall cud never get wit us. Reed im the general, Reign he the captain, with N.H.H kaboom! ^!$$% wuts crackin. Eddy he the monsta Bricks got the M.I., M.I. got the semi, oh you've been fly, i let 10 fly. caution to a soldier, ridin wit the toasta, i say !@*@ him/ he gonna buck him until its ova. D. Jones betta pump his brakes, i haul off wit the saw dogg pump his face, u coward/ too hard we run through yall ^!$$%s, we troublement, (you) doublemint we'll chew yall ^!$$%s. screw yall ^!$$%s, fatboy betta get his head straight, D. Jones fallin ova joey i call it deadwieght. 40 cal up in my pants i aint snappin dogg, only time u see me snappin im clappin mattics off. we cud hav it dogg Jones we could bang it out, when its beef u aint know that im the 1 they bringin out. im a pit/ get a grip, leave the meat hangin out, you is a (*##$ all your life i show you whats the pain about. don't look at Bobby he aint gonna help your $$#. 44/ 40 all, kick the door, melt your $$#. dont call Haddy homie do your own %#@!, you joey's lil close sis/ Dollaz on that grown %#@!. yall cop cars and clothes do it for the (*##$es, we put hard in jars/ ride wit dirty biscuits, big %#@! im talkin about dead heatas, you out on the strength of your man/ you cheerleada. nobody likes you/ you make me wanna fight you, you look like a !@*# turkey i wanna slice you, i dont even know the reason that haddy piped you, just another 1 of my kids i say goodnight to. lost on star/ Tre pounds long, of the doors of your car da insides on a tar. you cant get gritty now, cuz if i was on star up in Jersey i wouldve never let my city down. clown $$# ^!$$% sweet like candy, remind me of Brandy, wannabe "down" $$# ^!$$%, you see we movin, this take me back at D-block when they came hard at G-unit. kind of bizarre the burner got held in it, slim shady dude plus the D. got 12 in it. toastman/ postman move like a snail wit it. blahka, blahka open your chest, you got mail in it. (yeah) the real street movement, we leave the rappin to yall cuz we really knewed it. (check) you aint never had a gun in your mouth, you aint never had 30 ^!$$%s run in your house, tie you up put a sock in your mouth, make your moms get on the floor/ put the chrome pipe to her scalp. i dont wanna hear haddy and i dont wanna hear your crew/ and i dont wanna have it writed, i wanna hear it from you.