| All eyes is on me now* |
| And finally it’s my turn, right? |
| Long awaited, if not now, when? |
| The title, yeah, enjoy a classic |
| Genocide nigga, the latest hip hop tradition |
| Live amongst niggaz who done been big |
| Pop shots and kill po-lig |
| Body Brighton, know where we is, nigga |
| Til I die, yell it to you, that I will split you, nigga |
| Move like security, penetentiary sneak needs |
| Military mustard colored fatigues, what you thought dog? |
| Could of told you, you was out of your league |
| This a letter to the grieving spots up north |
| Nine shells up in ya like a pass from Culpepper to Moss |
| I’m try’nna stay positive, fam, but the blocks, it keeps calling me, fam |
| Up north with a block, could of called my fam |
| Halloween thug, this a Krush Groove |
| Made of ghetto gossip, knowledge on his way home |
| Gray god got another new Benz this year |
| See you in the opening throne, genocide, nigga, yeah |