Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach spliffs
 who's ro's drip enough to hold drifts and float ships?
 no mo' shifts  I hold enough chips to toast Criss
 It's G. Rap  the cat thats on your wanted most list
 I wrote this so you could sweat this and soak this
 make you lose ya focus with raps stronger than coke is
 we're crime culprits  put hot shit up in you like posters
 left for the vultures, we DT's pickin' up cultures
 three-thousand volt ya just like the thrid rail
 and if you heard shells a herb fell
 swift with the words well
 jakes on my dirt trail
 kicked up enough dust to hurt cells
 swerve in SL's, niggas feel me like my shirt's brail
 curve the jail cell for jakes that wanna H-block those
 niggas in Paco's keep the blocks froze and the shops closed
 where the pot grows, young cats coppin' the drop Roves
 get the Nacho's, and no cops show when the shots blow
 shit's red hot though, the streets remain flooded with D's
 bundles of Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees
 the main crime wave
 we handle the beef in .9 ways
 get your mind grazed
 my teck-nine sprays your spine blades
 when it gets too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays
 put all you cats in cradles if you crave divine ways
 diamond ??? rays blindin' you with my shine glaze,
 unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase

 Chorus - Wanted for ???, major operations, distribution (G. Rap is down
 with a mafioso posse) Wanted for ??? major operations distribution,
 rackateerin', prostitution, and paid execution

 Verse 2:
 My corporation's body casin', watch where you pacin'
 thug orchestration, this is live niggas you facin'
 we paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin'
 Fifty Caliber gat embracin'
 leavin' you wit' legs without sensation
 who's full of malice? what thug's the wildest?
 act childish and get your body sent to a stylist
 who live the foulest? be grippin' cannons 'till my hands is kalused
 pile this paper longer than malice from Ney York to Dallas
 purchase a palace, sip Collatas with the whole brigata
 bodies get dropped while I attend the opera
 land on Casino roofs in Helicopters in Las Vegas Nevada
 can't stop until I got a Casa up in Trump plaza
 929 Mazda, foreign chicks talkin' with accents like they Sza Sza
 cream like Iri Amin Dada
 thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava
 you and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car window
 creep on your benz slow and let ten blow
 from out the darkest shadow
 my aim's straight as an archers arrow
 I'll spark this barrel
 hit my target even if the mark is narrow
 lay you like a pharoah
 with fragments inside your bone marrow
 get your wig flown just like a sparrow.

 Chorus