Deep voice put your boots on
 Come take a walk down the alley with the gat
 enter my cypher where everythings black
 the rap makes me act the beast I attack
 from every angle I bring pain sharp as the blade
 on Excalibur quiet as a silencer I challenge ya
 Meet me at sundown or after school bring your tools
 ain't no fuckin rules dont snooze on loose
 still on the hip 30 shots to put you in your place
 dont chase dreams chase paper
 you on your own
 never fuck around with the next mans caper
 I hate ya fakers with the passion
 I'm crashin your party
 Dark Mask forever fuckin up everybody
 I be the nigga on the corner rollin dice
 drinkin 'til I drop duckin from my cop
 got me on the run like a slave thru the fields
 no protection no cover no shields
 I feels like a soldier stuck behind enemy lines
 in the world of man evil 'cause man ain't kind
 everybodys trife in their own way
 gun play the back
 ready to react 'n clap
 the weak dont stand a chance
 dont even clance or look
 the wig is where you get your life took
 I read the book of survival lible to become homicidal
 get the wealth every man for himself

 chorus: run get the loot grab the ball
 shoot sink the last cop get increased the bankroll
 gotta put the ball in the hole
 every man for himself first one get the gold (nigga)
 run get the loot grab the ball
 shoot sink the last cop get increased the bankroll
 gotta put the ball in the mutthafucking hole
 every man for himself first one get the gold

 My mentality is somewhere between arrmageddon and apocalypse
 no matter how hot it gets
 You cant trap me
 fuck Gulliane and Potacki
 the death penalty dont scare me
 I went from homeless junkie to a drunken-monkey-makin-money-gettin-funky

 I dont know fear I pour beer on the curb Puff herb
 drink liquor to get my swerve
 fuck what you heard 'n what you said
 the lead will put end to those who pretend to be my friend
 I get loose like leeth everyday a new beef
 dont say peace unless you mean it
 your shit is dirty clean it
 before I decorate yo' face with cuts and scars
 what remains gets blown to Mars and the Stars
 we are the ill 'n the physical steady hittin you
 after brew I aint kiddin you I aint bullshittin' you
 bisquit, see the bisquit before it's spit
 2 to the head, 2 to the chest, 1 to the hip, backflip Oh Shit!
 can't afford to catch another body hit the Mimini with the .22
 and be outti 5000 I'm housin like Projects
 I mean experiments home of the witch chicks
 buy the lex buy the benx now you got more friends
 sex 'n chicken head henz
 My ends run long like Don Silver
 try to taxin' be floatin' in the river
 donate your liver
 look over your shoulder
 watch your back get the wealth
 everyman for his mutthafuckin' self