I sell ice in the winter/ I sell fire in hell/ I am a hustler baby/ I sell water to a well.

I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves / I was gonna do it with the flow, but they did it with their sales

To whom much is given much is tested. Get arrested, guess until, they get the message. I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny, and what I do? Act more stupidly. bought more jewelry, more Louis V, my momma couldn't get through to me.

I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way

I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own

Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis The 13th Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine I’m at the top of the top but still I climb And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine

I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said Ay yo I hold niggas ransom for money Like johhny handsome Been sonning niggas for so long I think I got a grandson

It's not a game it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall, when I bring the chain with the saw Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams Don't pay the cost then [bam bam] say hello to the guillotine A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like fiends for drugs, I don't need no love Give me your fear, murder, respect, beer, honies and sex want here I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed You fuckin with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later Get your calculator, go 'head Decapitator's back forever Can't count how many heads I had to sever Half the niggaz I keep, I put em back together That's the terror, cut open your girl and make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill You fuckin with reel to reel, rap axe maniac Sound bwoy killer, hack hack chain-react Two for one - double the death, same price What would Big say? 'Huh, you know that ain't right'

New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared This town ain't big enough for both of us AND I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author Compatible with the average New Yorker

I turn Mr. Rogers Neighborhood topsy turvy Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetary Bodies, from World War I and II is there You don't want a third war, that's nuclear warfare