all ya mothafuckas keepin my name up in ya mouth ya betta boss up, an if ya talkin

shit flappin loose lips ya betta boss up, an if ya runnin around pretending like ya
know me ya betta boss up, an if ya see me face to face son ya betta grow and boss
up,

yeah ya boys white but my game be trump tight, my rhymes will blow ya mind,
Lyrically im outta sight, I got these streets on lock, an i run the fuckin block,
dont got a bit of bitch up in my blood now all you sows go back to chewin ya cudd,
i really wish a nigga would, all them niggas wishin that they could, step ya game
up ya betta get good, See wyteboys known in the hood, so if ya got my name up in ya
mouth ya betta spit it out, its going doin with out a doubt, ya boys the best
around, ya betta not clown,
my nina gonna lay ya ass down, like its fully automatic, watching my cheda stack,
its a fact, as a matter of fact, check my stats