Bob: rennassaince man at arms like pun wit guns start a run, leave the beats under sheets, murder one just begun and you done, like bums i care none bet some cant believe i do this shit for fun Chris: want the glow son? i got whatchu want more zips than YKK smokin on a blunt get high on my supply, dont front livin life in the dark, no hide and seek, i play man hunt Keith: i punt cats in their ass who think they gon past watch their eyes turn glass, tears on the forecast im heartless, and their heart's fast beat their chest till death next breath is ya last Bob: thats my cast, credits roll, let cha know white might be label but we blue collar criminals dealt a hand,told to hold em, river flows cold aces up, i call bluff, and you know we dont fold