All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
And I feed em gun powder so they can devour
The criminals tryin to drop my decimals
Damn.. niggaz wanna stick my for my c.r.e.a.m.
And in a dream things aint always how it seems
Its the ones that smoke blunts witcha
See your picture, now they wanna
Grab they guns and come and getcha.