The Rock

4grams worth of Charlie drop it on da carpet I'm da type to end the problem if u wana start it

Bush baby I was hitting sales up in the market Dese olders I ain't balling right I told them niggaz pass it

I buried food in da dirt i don't need no casket Killer bee in rizla old dirty bastard

This powder stinks

I hold my nose like somebody farted I tell myself to watch my back I know dat im a target

I threat food like depression imma have to mask it bagging up in hotels I was hiltons I had to buy some new scales my old pans was tilting

I was keane to get this money taking trips to Milton the feds want me for a murder coz I made a killing