No camouflage, better get the mirage

Soul Assassins squad straight from the garage

Benjamin stacks, craps is what I play

First dream: where's the cream so I can parlay

Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed

Crack packs flips, uh, while I moves the crowd

Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo' sho' those

Hate to see me, too blind like Stevie

Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash

Same song like re-runs of fuckin' M.A.S.H.

Boom Bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real

?Four punks layin in your bumper?, so you're best to jump

Bird thumps the fo' do' S-S, no stress

D.A., no deal, uh, no contest

False arrest like Al Capone and Elliott Ness

You better be protected

My barrel starts ejectin

Reflectin on your past life as you pass through