(You know what you be)
You be like the type that come at me, and shoot one at me, trying to set it, then get another nigga to dead it... Outlaw, ya throw heat, ya cold feet remain frozen, that's them same shorties that got our own name stolen... I'm Hussein, flying down 95 with 2 lanes, rege fitted and blue chains, do one out of these two thangs... husle or be husled, tusle and these tuffle, they cheese, suck you down when they around ya knees buckle... Popped up, locked up, glock cocked up, got ya cop shot up, came and shook shop up... I took money, came hard, recruit crooks for me, keep my finger on the strap til the gap looked up me... I'm mad frad silly, G packs, get bad silly, we pack Mac Millies, you know the signs for that... It's niggas tryin' to rap, when I spit it like I'm committed, triple and double digits, bag whatever bubble with it... All y'all gone do is be talking while I walk, ya boyz they go away, either way you playin' ya part... And watch me bop down ya block with my suit and chocolates, on some Death Row PAC shit, Outlaw KHADAF shit... I got this, I let you know you playin' ya self, ain't slang now bit of coke, you might be baggin' ya self... Talk that crew shit, I'm knowin' already who ain't gone do shit, Bad Boy Nasty New with a little bit of flu shit... Confusious, one deep from Jerz, straight off clue shit, MAKAVELI shit still bangin', y'all should've knew this...

Is Yall niggas gone ride or die?