I'm sick up in this game I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts & slam dunk these riddles up in yo' ass like Jordan Menace II Society muthafuckin' killer just call me the East Bay Gangsta I'm yo' real ass nigga Quick to make decisions & I'm quick to get my blast on Do a 187 with this muthafuckin' mask on Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis tore his chest apart left his heart on the canvas Now I gots mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers rat a tat tat tat came my Tec from the bushes I blast with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey A-K blast on that ass if in my way, nigga slangin' 'Cola since the very very start much love for this game so a nigga gots no heart