| All you motherfuckers |
| All you bitches |
| All you bitch ass niggas |
| Can’t stand all you motherfuckers |
| Yeah |
| Y’all fuckin with some raw individuals |
| Smart criminals |
| Gangrene top of the pinnacle |
| Let it rule |
| Brittle you and your crew it’s pitiful |
| I come through and burn like the sun do visible |
| Physical burn off ya skin |
| It’s the critical interval between death and miracles |
| Miniscule is what y’all gots in options |
| My synopsis tells me y’all not this hotness |
| Ox shit |
| Move over here comes that bulldozer |
| I run niggas over pull off into the shoulder |
| Spine pulling they arms out of their shoulders |
| They commented wrong in the eyes of the beholder |
| Alarms off, neighborhood watchin over my shoulders |
| Frontline turn this vet back into a soldier |
| It’s all over I’ll break over the globe global |
| Then takeover with raw breaks and go postal |
| Tell your commissioner |
| Ya |
| City under siege |
| On some Steven Seagal shit |
| Salmonella chicken I’m kickin that raw shit |
| For practice so when you snack on this you get nauseous |
| And vomit |
| I fly over the city and bomb it |
| And parachute down with the truth and strong arm it |
| Like Red Dawn |
| Fuck around and get stepped on |
| The word’s out, all the buttons got pressed on |
| It’s a hostile takeover |
| The break’s over |
| I’m straight soldier |
| Fuck up your face like a makeover |
| When you step into the path of the tanks, get raced over |
| And flattened while I still got my stereo blasting |
| I’m a savage |
| Loco, my case is basket |
| Way beyond the point of no return I passed it |
| And I stole your gadgets |
| So I advise you not to open the baggage |
| My backpack is an explosive package |
| C4 plastic |
| Closed casket |
| It gets drastic in the street like I’m directin traffic |
| Tell your commissioner |
| Ya |
| City under siege |