T to the e,k, m, i double l I'm from the gutter tell me what you know about pain Stop judging man you little fucking hypocrite Every man has to die there's no ifs and buts I ain't no side man call up your hype man I'll shank him in his face he'll be looking like chucky If it's war then it's on, I don't need to say much Go grab your vest and your shells and your bucky Wake up in the am till next day pm Run up on you fuckers with out thinking twice I'll be inna black whip black tints blacked out Two cars deep and one black scooter Hold on a minute let me call me up ghost man With couple of kurds and one black shooter Kill kill kill, murda murda murda Ride for my brothers I'll stand beside them