Uhhn! like mutha'fuck all yawl
Mr.Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all yawl
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I'm the Dream machine I mean King vision
I can see through yo scene like clear screens
Hear me? to a lion you are just deer meat
Fear god fear me seri-ous 
Us be Y.M., try them and die when I say so
Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go
It's all gravy tryna build like Lego's
Betta "Let Go My Ego! " cuz thats my breakfast on the table
Yea! n I don't kno how fake feel nigga cause all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And you're the target "oops! "
And everything gets better in time and time is forever
And mutha'fucka it's my time and I'm better



Hoe I go so hard
I'm so gone my I.D is a Post Card
I travel like b-ball with no calls
I play my roll and listen out for the roll call
This is a movie and every movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say wat up blood! what da lick read!? !
5 star general in a 6 speed
Still hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
bullets that'll  trim trees
Simply shoot til it's empty, Inf beam will turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Violent!!  Fuck wit me!
Fuck around n see a whole notha side of me!
I separate yo body with them hollow tips; biologist
Photographist, picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo head while you puttin yo pants on
Hurry up, nigga!! 
Peyton Manning offense, Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
That is how I keeps it R.I.P Pimp-C
I do it how I do it cause I kno my nigga sees me
And I'm a hold it down bitch
Yeah the crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can drown in
When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter, no flaws, style so raw ohw!



HAHAUHWH!
Fuckin right I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers or Sonia
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin like E-Honda
Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya wats reallly!
Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches
Yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches 
blood, bitches, leave you in a tub of
Blood, bitches, young niggas, young money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo window with scud mistles Young Carter!
Big nuts and they hung further than ya father's
Uhahaha!











                          Thanks to FLASH for these lyrics

                          Thanks to Reefa for these lyrics

                          Thanks to kaykaysofresh  for correcting these lyrics

                          Thanks to KayKaySoFresh for correcting these lyrics