"Yo, I play hard for nine innings, dressed in fine linens Cause pussy is the best next thing besides winning All the positions I've been in, couldn't explain how I'm living My vision, my intuition has risen, here take a listen I'm hitting Up to bat with precision, see 'em back in the kitchen Slinging crack to these pigeons, for the fact that I'm driven My linebackers is bitchin', send you packin' good riddance Trapped in this prison, where snakes and rats are forbidden Keep my gun hidden, niggas is bitches signing petitions And they providing convictions, see I survived through the system Under the livest conditions, my riders ride on a mission For snitching, you get your back blown, right out of commission You'll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes Your Mrs. will come and witness your body with hugs and kisses Now tell me is that nutritious, we party with chips and liquors Your wizzes is coming with us, for real kid they bought me rizzes The difference is this is business, big biscuits, big figures We click on religious niggas for acting too superstitious Move cause the group is vicious, shoot if you want your wishes To blow, see Trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches"