"Ninety-five niggas is wasted/ Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted/ Foaming out the mouth piece, heads blown like geese/ Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Greece/ It's not magic, gaming is the gagdet/ World classic, big national high attracts dear graphics"

"I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw!/ I repeat, if I die/My seed'll be ill like me"

"The God's tropical/ Ladies call me black fruit punch"

"Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine/If you don't bring me some motherfuckin cognac, I kill you, I can't feel you/Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars/I fuck with rockwilders, no leashes, no collars/Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini!"

"Yo, god, show these ni**as how we get deep down and dirty, like Keyon, got his wig pushed back at 5:30/ Yo they gotta hit, placed on my head, what should the god do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews, Never That"

"Niggas want me dead, but they scared to step to me/ Rip they guts out; like a hysterectomy."

"When I was 12 in the church, I started packin' that metal"

"My gun been in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick"

"Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert/ Let off the Eiffel/ burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful"

"I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy/True identity hidden inside secret tabloids"

"If Lil Jon can ice his cup, I top that shit and ice my nuts"

"We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin' 'em"

"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"

"Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors"