IRC-Galleria

Handle your business homie
Cause ain't no homies in business
So many people in this business
Be so fuckin' phony

I see right through them traps
These niggaz run their yaps
But when it really cracked
Them pussy niggaz running laps

I clap 'em in they tracks
My paper come in stacks
And stacks of rubber bands
Thicker than a paperback

It's not a fucking game,
You know my fucking name
I'm number one,
With a motherfucking bullet MAN!