oh so yous an Original gangster then
you must be packin heat then huh
got you a 9 or what
all thugged out right, G'd up huh

You sure you ain't frontin, newjack
BTW misspelling shit=wackness

Bitch you don't even know, the half about me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach