[Verse 1: Styles P]
[?], guns [?], only [?] one king
All of them fall short, need to get shot like [?]
You ain't Big, you ain't the king [?] small talk
If you thinking you're Frank White, you ain't right
I don't even care what your bank like
Know what a shank like
Gutter shit [?]
Threw you over the bridge, [?]

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
N***as can still kiss the ring on this dead hand
[?] from his bed pan
Never match up to the mad man
They put me on a song when I was young
[?] one lung
[?] hypnotise
Half them other guys
You're too small, you better get another ize
[?] pies
Now [?] this
Two guns up salute
[?]