| Yo, check |
| I capital punish brothers that fronted |
| Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted |
| We be at the spot chillin |
| While you’re stealin |
| Niggas is still walkin, Rasco is four-wheelin |
| Only built for speed, yes indeed |
| 27 years old, with no seed |
| I’m a raw breed |
| But still got mouths to feed |
| So don’t be givin me shit I don’t need |
| I make the head hurt |
| ]From the supadupa legwork |
| Now these brothas be wantin the red shirt |
| I bring it to the chest when I suppass the rest |
| Now a different story when I come blast the vest |
| Teflon spittin and written, I stab kitten |
| Comin out your face |
| Sideways, it’s forbidden |
| Better get the guiden |
| I swopped like Batmidden |
| Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin |
| Right down they neck, they threw the whole nine |
| Seen you fools scopin my plans the whole time |
| Said I couldn’t rhyme, that’s funny |
| Women didn’t want it but now they yell honey |
| Bring 'em to the house |
| Watch 'em come out the blouse |
| Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance |
| Assume the stance, cash in advance |
| I got the full package but watch the right hand |
| It’s the five-minute drill |
| But still we stack bills |
| Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels |
| Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals |
| Bring it to the front to pump with no frills |
| All extra shit can get the backsplit |
| Ras be the brother that women relax with |
| I do a backflip, then pirouette inject |
| Plus be the nigga that never lost a bet |
| Television sets ain’t big enough to see |
| And now my career ain’t big enough for three |
| Still down with 'em, can talk and laugh with 'em |
| But tell you one thing, can’t split it in half with 'em |
| Half a 1/3 to me sounds absurd |
| I rather keep a 100% to pay rent |
| Lay out the prints, the plans to stand grande |
| And keep the joint jumpin from Philly to San Fran |
| Never gave a damn how hard y’all can slam |
| Broke out the mic to smoke your half gram |
| A 150 pounds with worldwide respect |
| Be chillin at the crib while Wolf signs the check |
| Soul Father |
| PB Wolf, on the 1's and the 2's |
| Wack crews get bruised |
| Check us out y’all |
| Check us out y’all |