Yo I'm full court from beers/ And my nigga money mails and I'm on the next plane ready to spray up crabs/ I die for my car, rams, G.I.'s, and ball sick/ L-E-S and Cleveland down to South Central, we thick/ Cross any of my thugs and you better get hit/ Gotta triangle goin on of brotherly love/ Ain't no crabs over here, punk, just straight up thugs who carry four four slugs and stay attached to the streets/ It don't take one fuss to flip out and draw heat and get to dumpin off, I was taught to squash beef/ Fuck fightin fair wars nigga, life ain't fair/ After Iff died, I swear to god, I just don't care/ If niggas wanna ride, we can ride dawg I ain't scared/ Even if it means losin my life, yo I'm prepared Yo I'm prepared nigga. I ain't got a scared bone in me nigga. Thats worth the money.