My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted Niggaz can't get with Mr. Wicked Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly Niggaz are swingin wild, but they styles miss me You can bring that bitch but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty Business never personal i'm up before the sun come up i'm tired Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ridin Nigga, if you was half the man yo' bitch was, bring you artillery when you come for me, cause we sick thugs No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was bustin plus, Bow had 'em duckin, screamin, "Get they cash!" So now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped So I had to send word through my lil' homies Tell them niggaz this the year when they pull the trigger Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin, wit the wrong nigga..