| You’re too thin to win, too fat to fight back |
| No matter how you see it, it’s a landslide |
| Seven digits we be countin, my crew be movin mountains |
| Step up nigga it’s a landslide |
| It’s wrong to kill a man, but God got to understand |
| That no matter how He see it, it’s a landslide |
| And if He feels I’m a traitor, deal with consequences later |
| Down in hell, repurcussions for my homicide |
| I don’t wanna be the hardest, for what it’s worth |
| I just wanna finish my bid on the planet Earth |
| I pray to God that you stay out my fuckin way |
| Cause it’s kill or be killed, that’s how it’s every day |
| It’s fucked up that a brother can’t just live in peace |
| But there’s so much jealousy here on the east |
| A lot of brothas from the west coast is dope indeed |
| Some are acting like they don’t fuckin bleed |
| From the east or the west if I offend you |
| Fuck the battle nigga, we can make it pay-per-view |
| I fear no man who inhales oxygen exhales dioxide |
| Any war’s a landslide |
| The bullshit will not be tolerated |
| Ammunition clicked back, trigger pulled, block illuminated |
| Thought you saw victory, hallucinated |
| Body wet, spirit’s dry, soul evaporated |
| Gravedigger, stripped naked |
| Here try this white dress, strap on these brand new wings nigga |
| Reality, embrace dreams in bear hugs |
| Niggaz wit juice reduced to scared thugs |
| Egos, ripped with desert eagle slugs |
| Mugs, pushed back |
| Rugs, washed |
| Overall MF the best like Osh Kosh |
| Rappers act hardened, I prosecute like Darden |
| Challenge me, what motherfucker? beg your pardon |
| All hail me as I sing words of war |
| All fail see as we’re battlin on tour |
| Feds tail me they survail but get lost |
| Want to nail me like I’m Jesus to the cross |
| Brag about their riches, deep down they just bitches |
| Talkin murda shit, go to jail become snitches |
| Assholes ripped, patched back up in stitches |
| Chopped they mothafuckin tree down family left in ditches |
| Electric chair is hittin switches |
| Pataki smoke crack that’s why he’s wacky |
| Giuliani act Gotti, but he’s punanni |
| Not Pizano, he’s Brasco you’re Donnie |
| MF is mossimo, negato, asesino |
| Anti-oxidants and aminos, learn lessons |
| When the C.R.E.A.M. goes and the hoes life flows |