the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em Cause when I am not, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not
I will not follow a trend, Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him, I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind, Butter's soft in the Benz and
And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing Soon those niggaz won't be breathing Ive seen what I got so I'm leaving Cause I wanna, set up to stop up