All I Hear Is Gun Shots. Can I Touch Something?

What The Blood Claat! Niggaz Want Tical, Make It Happen.

You Know My Fuckin' Style, Fuck The Rappin',

We Can Take It Back To Eighty-five If You Wanna START Actin' Like You Live

It's All Good. I'm Rollin' With My Clique,

Owls, Packwoods & Phillies, Smokin' Sess Blunts, Mixed With Illy

Got Me Bustin', Now The Whole World Looks Dusted,

I'm In The Area With The Skill That Never Rusted.

For Real, Nigga, Touch It & You Burn, When Will Motherfuckers Learn

What Be Spreadin' Like A Germ? Ha Ha, It's Meth, Word.

I Be That Early Bird That Got The Worm & If You Check It

I'm On Point, Like A Fax Machine You Get The Message.

It Be No Question & Them Bust The Second Guessin's,

Keep Your Thoughts On Your Lessons. What The Blood Claat!

To Tell The Truth, You Don't Amaze Me. Killa Hill Project,

A Star Trek Phaser Couldn't Phase Me. What,

Check The Raderuckus FUCK This,

Smoke A Dutchmaster, Have 'em Screamin' For The Duchess

Yeah, I Gotta Have It, So I Strive To Stick My Piece

If I Don't Do It For Mydelf, I'm A Do It For Kase,

'Cause That's My Peoples, I'm Giving You Injections That Be Lethal

Weapon, When Niggaz Start The Half Steppin',

Then I Get Evil. But Don't Let That Negative Vibe Right There

Mislead You, I'm Humble, A Fucking Killer Bee,

Far From Bumble. I Sting You BZT And I Bring You

Thirty-six Chambers Of Head Banger, Bitch,

Why I Deal With? I Think The Mic Is On The Fritz.

Faggot Soundmen! They Be Sabotagin' Shit!

Look Up In The Sky, It's A Bird, It's A Plane...

Methical, Let The Whole World Know My Fuckin' Name.

What The Blood Claat!