Igney: click clock bang,m fresh wit gun play/plus i kips it hot lyk tha 1st 3 lettrz of suday/u say u's a postman so u only do mailz(males),fuck it datz n excuze of being gay/if it beef m game/coz word on tha p mail im tha realst g murkin yay...hala
Oh! I really can't
THINK/I see death but ma eyes dnt
BLINK/i love ma rhymes cos dey re
ILL/i hav lots of
DEAL nigga so close d
SEAL/niggas in d
GHETTO can't afford a
MEAL/cos there
MOTO is to
KILL and make it
REAL/
TIMES wifout
NUMBER/ma
RHYMES put niggas in
TRUAMA/d way I
SKOLL NIGGAS/thats d same way I
SCREW TRIGGERS/u can call me
YOUNG MONEY/cos am a tru G of
BLOOD MONEY/now let's start d funeral
CEREMONY/and dance to d death
HARMONY/
YES says RESSY