...so I'm sealing chali's r.a.p. when I can can campbell's soup
fillies either backing my play or becomes waste baskets' refuse
I heard the yap about where I'm from, when I broad-daylight this fag'
in the non-smoking section, one-hundred million bucks in-the-bag
my god's already in campbell soup's home waiting for word from me
meanwhile this tampered-with punk-ass bitch be on the last nerve of me
I'm from n.y.c. via homicide, they never solved the case
I'm to n.y.c. on I-95 to disembowel his face
it ain't about shit, me and c8usin sh8' must seal the movie deal
there's no telling how I take the big apple since there's fruit to peel
nostalgia is "re-member me, pussies!" then a score to settle
any last words from them, then it's ahem, and the morgues get shoveled
eazy work for me, I got a way with murder's how I'm put here
I'm not a tree branch in the wind, I don't switch, noone is shook here
I been got word about bronx niggas, the strawberry mansion's mines
believe it or not, none outside vs leaves my haunted house alive...