Just keep it going, honkey.
I declare a battle,
I'll march you into the meat grinder like cattle,
Who out there wants to challenge this?
The snake will hiss as it injects the venom with a kiss.
Raised underground with gnomes,
Straight from the pits of the catacombs.
And here you thought the streets were rough,
My crew makes yours look like powder puffs.
But its not all about with whom you roll,
Or how you smoke a thousand bowls.
It's about keeping it real,
Stayin alive while you deal.
When it comes down to it,
You gotta work for what you get.
No one will be there to watch your back,
While you're on the street sellin crack.
The man will come to hold you down,
Waiting for you to slip, so he can throw you in the pound.
Staring at the wall from cell block 8,
Was dealing worth it, you contemplate.
Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Ski.