Uh, yeah, mmmm
  William H. niggas
  Holla, yeah, yo
    [HOOK:]
  That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last
  That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
  I, squeeze first ask questions last
  Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin today
    [JIGGA]
  Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
  When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
  Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
  The kind that put land over your face
  I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
  I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
  I move light, like my shoes too tight
  Leave niggas confused from the day to the night
  At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin
  Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin
  I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
  'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
  You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
  If not, you somebody up close to sin
  Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
  Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
  Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
  Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
  And y'all choke motherfuckers
    [HOOK]
    [JIGGA]
  I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
  Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
  Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
  Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
  Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
  Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
  Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
  Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
  And y'all choke niggas
    [HOOK]
    [JIGGA]
  Y'all don't understand
  I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
  Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
  Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
  Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
  Y'all choke niggas
    [HOOK]
    [JIGGA]
  See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
  I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
  Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
  Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid
  Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse
  It's about to get so obscene in a minute
  I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
  Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fuck it
  Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
  Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
  Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
  Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
  Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
  Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
  My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
  Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
  Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
  And before she could say Jay...
  I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
  Men gotta do men things for men salary
  Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
  Ahh shit man...
  Young Hova ya heard?
  Who could fuck wit him?