[Starting point] {Chapolockedin}

"Check yo self"

[Verse 1]
"See I’m posted I’m rolling ready with the fucking potent just take it to the chest and just mothafuckin own it cause I’m loaded explosive jaw open leave you miss spoken independent mothafucka no need no sucka to be controlling and I’m just smoking sippin on the dirty drank paint burning hot pot as they roll round and bang cause this that funk shit come take a ride we gonna roll down the city smoke
And fly to the sky and I’m patrolling"

[Adlib]

"i'm patrolling"

[Verse 2]
"Double cup pouring up as I’m already blown Styrofoam after life death body melting ya fucking bones Let it be known
That I’m going flowing blowing owning kick back laid back sit back relax and start mothafuckin roaming soaking all the smoke in the fuckin air grizzley bear and I’m rare so beware with a stare and I’m shining for yo bitch break and yo bitch bridge talking bout you on the rap shii but you just really counterfeit bout that bread and you heard what I mothafuckin said after life lay you down cold blooded leaking dead
Cause i'm rolling dogs growling gate collapsing broken just take a moment listen to the funk on the drums that come in with a stun four the funk not the fun A won not junk skunk as it leave you real slumped equipped with the strong pump and it make the whip jump with a lump for the junk that you be speaking round for fun"


[Verse 1] {Djscrew}

"Let me tell these hoes how I feel
When I break 'em off, coming down bumper grill
And I'm ridin' slow with a freaky ho
Man I'm dressed down in a tight polo
[?] fucking gal [?] fucking pal
Now I'm coming down, do you think I shell
Break these n***as off if it's red light
Cause I'm dressed tight, higher than a kite
And I jumped down, now I'm rappin'
And man, do you know that we hit a major thug cappin'
Cause I'm just true, true to the game
Coming down in a coupe with my n***a [?]
Coming down [calm?], come down straight
For that Big Jut and that big '68
Man, we just coming, coming down deep
Yeah that boy firing so much fucking sweets
Mane, they gotta let me out them 'burbs
Mane, the laws tryna give me some curb [?]
But I don't [?] cause I just straight duck
Call on that big player that they call Duck
[?] my feet, one slide, one open
Mane everyday you see me get fucking doped
Mane, I'm just leaning, hoes just feenin'
Coming through the what, motherfucking club scenin'
In a fucking Bentley, hoes wanna give me
But if that big thug, mane do you dig it
Boy, I'm just coming through, mane I'm so hard
Once broke a mouth on the fucking boulevard
Now it's '95, mane you mention me
You didn't do that shit, when I had the century
So now don't talk up in my fucking face
Mane, cause the thug mane, I don't have no Ma$e
I got a fucking pistol on my fucking [rump beef?]
And if I reach my trunk, mane I got a fucking pump
Because I'm coming down and I'm so true
Mane, every year birthday I see that Screw
Now it's the posse third anniversary
Mane, this shit is freestyle, no rehearserary
Cause I'm just showin' what I can do
When I come down mane, cause I'm just fucking true"