Lyrics:

turn niggas into smithereens
Music so lethal, turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli the Don, that's what they tell me
I'm armed, I'm droppin' niggas like bombs, get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in your presence
Takin' busters back to the essence
Tellin' my people peep my lethal message
Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
Murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow
You can't fight it, nigga, let go
Witness the sound, made your bitch ass bow down to Death Row
Mama, these niggas got me fightin' these three strikes
Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought, it's street Nikes
I put the game down first, put my niggas up on it
Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted, feel me?

Since my only fear of death is mama cryin' for help
And OG daddy wanna ride when I know he ain't got shit else
Since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know
Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw (Yo, K), I'll be forgotten for sure
Plus this Thug Life, it got me livin'
Initiated player-hated without givin'
A single fuck
Why they jinglin', baby, all on my nuts?
I be singlin', fingerin' bitches to fuck

Bitches is wild, niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas, got exposed to the game
Motherfuckers actin' crazy, busted me in the jaw
Initiated as an Outlaw, hahahaha

Yeah, motherfucker

Now, a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
Enemies rest in peace, deceased fuckin' with me (Niggas is wild)
I gotta accomplish the goal, I'm out seekin' gold
Dispose the strap, gotta let off because I'm rough and raw
Never fell to my knees for shit, 'cause I demand shit
With Diz-Daz Dillinger drillin' you for your shit
On the streets for the sixth time, in and out for the crime
My ranked crimes add up in food stamp, dollars, and dimes
I'm slippin', slidin', fucked up, nigga, what up?
In the cut, flossin' like a motherfucker, what up?
Beside LB, now tell me where you comin' from?
That ain't where I see thangs, and nigga, what's the outcome?

For so many days, and so many ways
We've been duckin' strays they delivers
But still, we some Bad Boy killers for the scrillas
I dump in you niggas' livers, then watch your body shiver
And your mama quiver from the way you just got lit up
Hit up the West Side on my way out (West Side)
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on from Makaveli's first day out
Now y'all gettin' played out
And laid out for public display
On this day, y'all niggas is history
'Cause the whole crew is bitches to me, listen to me
E.D.I., not many of y'all can see me
'Cause I attack that ass like AIDS attacked Eazy, believe me
'Cause although now, I'm just a young stolder
I'm soon to be a gun holder
Initiated to the clique with a left to my lip, now the fuss over