It's my world, I demand my respect. Give me your girl or get slapped in your neck.

Scholars, street knowledge, Carter kids stuck in the projects.

I'm as wicked as Hitler's first born, cause of me, lot of old ladies purses gone.

Live like the Kennedy's, above the law.

I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some Wop.

I blow my own mind like Nirvana, and go the whole nine like Madonna.

My trigger got no heart.