Im gona cum onto ur road on my jay's; undastand im not bringing my breys; i dnt need help 2 wipe out u gays,
Im gona rob u an say safe 4 da goods, unda stand das how we do inda hoods, ur undaground inda woods,
When i bust open chests im not looking for gold; i only bust my heat if u aint feeling da cold,
Nobody cares about you; these roomers shared about you; streets shit; streets weak; thats all i hear about you,
You'll kill me; im dead; please stop wid these fake threats,
Blak-Ice or Street King? please stop wid these bate bets,
Like Ice could ever loose,
Thats as dumb as saying its possible for Ice to get jacked for he's shoes,
So understand Street is the target and i am the gunner,
So understand i am da athlete but Street is the runner,
Street; listen 2 da sound of my pistol,
If you carryon chattin shit you wont hear it cos my bullets will pierce you,
Im not the devil but im demon possesed,
Im bussin shots at your heart so please Street do not cover your chest,
Its my lyrics dat you take notes from; your zoots i take toats from,
Say no no then its crew i take coats from,
I no u think im a good rapper; its a shame it dont reflect,
And how dare you talk to me wid dat kinda disrespect,
You aint seen a gun, your magnums are ice-creams,
"I BEAT BLAK-ICE", yeah son; in your dreams!