Seven A.M. woke in the mornin
With Henny caffiene and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of doze
Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean
Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
sentimentally sting, wit my
Instrumelody, and heated
especially for your team
And a forty-five indeed will beam
in between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin to die, we'll see
how many flees when I cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect, disciples
When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin fire
This the real truth, b*tch
Breakin out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon six-six-five
It's wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions over the pay
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen, and my hemp
One of my trusted friend friend, hey
Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby we ain't marchin we shootin
And daily recruitin there's a front row
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em off little we give em a bottle
and a pen and a pad to hit the lead now kick it