"I'm wanted dead or alive
I stalk the New York sidewalk
All the girls hawk but I don't stop to talk
I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline
Got sixteen shots and I don't waste mine
Never fess cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest
Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess
Driving a Saab that connects with the mob
Bank job, plenty niggas I rob
Blood stains are on my Ballys
A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley
Pumped his face full of dumb-dums
Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums
Yo a lot of suckers hate me with a passion
'Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing
I got a crazy big posse or should I say a crew?
Of niggas that belong...