Uh, momma raised a trooper They trynna hit me in my head like Koopa But I move like Super With the hood on my shoulder like Bazookas, early I'm waking up the roosters Until they late, and they waking up the future And send me to the great wise ...... In a suit or, something looser You see, I grew up around rootas of the tootas I rephrase I mean supporters of the snortas, I retraces Become recorder of the corner, free base Or the shooter I set Madison on fire, like the looters in '92 Cooler, much more mature You can pick it up off the floor like Hoovers A newcomer, locin' with 2 numbers The holidays of the hustlers I be a Huckleberry Doc Holiday with the peacemaker F-N-F Upwards I'm coming 'bout my money shot like West Coast productions But I'm Chicago born & raised, formed & made Company's coming, please inform your maids First and!!! (Gunshot)