text: I aint playing with these niggas
  I aint playing with, I aint playing with these niggas 
  I aint playing with these niggas
  I aint playing with, I aint playing with these niggas
  Way deep down in the dungeons
  Humble, way deep down in the jungle
  My young dargys down, could let off that pound
  And put a beat down on a mongrel
  I whizzed past, span round him a little
  Smacked down and just put some Ps down in a bundle
  Put it down in the diary, the second week down
  Thats when a man slide in Rapunzel
  And when youre putting no work in
  No work in, then wild niggas rumble
  Let the strap click, burst him
  In person, I get fire and the gun fall
  I let the strap click, curse him
  Its turfing, its tiring an uncle
  And when the MAC spits gherkins
  Disperse him, creampie-ing in your crumble
  Snakes and tigers
  Im a lion in the jungle
  I was alone but a rider
  Peace flying, then they crumple
  Little loud with your gun talk
  Yo, Im on my gun talk
  On the phone
  Im replying to the gun call
  Shits getting bait now
  Could take niggas plate now
  Been running this game
  Its coming to hit you straight now
  Its gonna make or break
  Theyre gonna make niggas break out
  And where the menu at, darg?
  Im putting names on the takeout
  Bunsen burner, Bunsen burner
  Deathlys brother, Uncle Murda