Hell yeah I´m on welfare,
G-A checks,
keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin vet on the set,
let, my mail stretch an gets up,
to even the point where my bitch be choppin zips up,
I whips up the cream,
twenty-eight grams on the triple beam,
chefs hittin clean, how much clean??
four-fifteens, an the zap-co,
the rap-go slip an made a weak move,
don´t sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool,
but ain´t no Bonnie an Clyde nigga,
cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an slide nigga,
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo,
cuz bein broke is the worst thang,
check this out man, cuz you know I ain´t that type niggie,
I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie,
dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot,
no shot, I mean it´s so hot, I´m snatchin hella face from the block,
I got the glock,
sixteen on my waist juss incase,
never hit 6-8´s, know the haters at the gate,
when I shake the dice-a, nother one bites the dust,
they mad as fuck gettin struck by the shista,
I shoulda known,
cuz rule number one,
never roll craps wit some niggaz from a track you ain´t from,
they young an claimin they broke, but they forgotten,
that I got they mail, an I can tell they plottin,
but shhhhitt, they´ll get licked like a popsicle,
don´t fuck around an get sent to the hospital,
lil niggaz think they slick, but they already sawin,
popin at y´all takin raw shit,
let me raise up from these cowards turf,
yeah, cuz lil do they know what´s below the Eddie Bauer shirt,
niggaz mean muggin me but what that do,
I´m a soldier til it´s over,
6-5 on my tattoo punk,
so if you want funk you be a dead homie,
cuz I be down if you pull a 2-elev homie,
now all the niggaz gettin lit up,
I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up,
cuz I´m a put the lead on ya,
punk ass nigga.
Yukmouth m´assassine 