I'm all on the front line down to put in work I fought once or twice but ain't never did no dirt But I aim to, put my fletch on the Mac When it's changing up a scrap For a motherfuckin' strap, but I Got to make wild once I get the Mac-10 Then once I spot a rival it's a must I do him in I spin around the corner, fitting to get busy I ask the big homie: \"Who is he?\" The fool with the wrong color on, ah Steady about the chrome Said your mission is complete Once you get his head blown On in his mothefuckin' neck Bouhgt the jean and checkers Are they wrecked? But ain't even thought about the penn yet Niggas smelling smoke in my clothes The dope got me dumped Ask me where we was, its a must I'm pouring out the guns For them dead mothafuckas Now they trying to stick 25 to a nigga, ah One more felony added to the two Instead of killing fools I wish I would have busted you I'm only 13, but already serving heat On these streets