Yeah, so you motherfuckers thought me and my niggas fell off, huh?
Look around, nigga
We still up in this motherfucker
Still serving these punk motherfuckers, nigga
Fifteen years later, haha
Yeah, yeah
We still here when some of these niggas, they done came and gone
Half these niggas got they fucking style from Krayzie Bone
Stayed in my zone even when busters thought we fell off
Niggas lyrically riding my dick, tell 'em get the hell off
We well off, suckers thought since I was missing in action
That they could jack my swagger
Move up the ladder, get fatter, hop out, I pack the magnum.44
Krazy Jackson logo, status like the po-po
Always on that ass so that you don't grow
Bust a freestyle every now and then
Giving you niggas a sample of my sound
Can you comprehend? I'm not pretend, the real deal
Still pack a pistol and I will kill
Running up on me, bitch, you'll be the first to feel this steel
Cold steel, we just rapping, but you still can get that deal
Dome peel, you can get served, murder twisted on my turf of home field
This is a message, nigga, learn it, get the lesson
Once I penetrate that vest, man, it won't be no resurrection
Nigga flexing, it don't matter 'cause my Uzi weigh a ton
And my weapon, it ain't my gun, it's my tongue, still it's murder one
So cold, this mo'fucker
We still here, y'all, right here, dawg
We still here, y'all, we right here, dawg
So cold, this mo'fucker
Now when you hear the yelling of the bell
That mean I served them busters well
Leave 'em dwelling in their hell, over me they no prevail
Competition, opposition won't be blocking, stopping this one
Or knocking my position, my intentions is my vengeance
Don't you mention me until you get your style up
And that won't be until you ran three hundred million miles 'cause
I'll come drive by on your album, static automatic kill it
You like my style, huh? You bit it, so you gotta feel it
Niggas keep talking shit about they diamonds and they whips
You minors think you hip, but us old timers come equipped, chump
I've been smoking blunts when you was still in elementary
I got history, music for centuries
These verses birthed a nation and the curse of the Ouija
Gone and cap our funds 'cause y'all don't wanna see me
We brought Eazy down to Cleveland, took the block, got it hot
Yes, you haters thought it stopped, but I hate to break your heart
Yep, the mastermind of rapper cramps, insane, they call me granddad
They hear me bust, bitches jump up and say, "That man bad"
So cold, this mo'fucker
We still here, y'all, right here, dawg
We still here, y'all, we right here, dawg
So cold, this mo'fucker
