| who am i | |
| Nigga wit the blunt steady trippin | |
| Sippin on the concoction | |
| Wit tha drum knockin | |
| Head rockin' | |
| Betta get off bitches and killas in the front watchin | |
| Flowin like i'm finna step or sumthin | |
| I'm just havin' fun | |
| Wit my hun | |
| Even though it stay bein' work | |
| Imma flow until my belly hurt | |
| You niggas rockin' on stage wit tights on and them muscle shirts | |
| Betta work | |
| Ooh, feels like another who you be | |
| Mr. shystie | |
| The one that make you frown up like the lemon in my iced tea | |
| Tha mutha fucka most likely | |
| To get into it wit tha opposition | |
| Or competition | |
| I break'em off when i give'em the heat | |
| Steady reefa rollin' | |
| Bullets bodies decomposing | |
| Anniahalate members who weak | |
| On the timbaland beat | |
| Do you remember the deep | |
| Conversation we had | |
| When my adrenaline was rushin' | |
| Check ya breaks and knee pads | |
| When twista bussin' | |
| Bodies gon get rushed in | |
| I can make'em hit the dance flo' | |
| All those bitches and hustlers | |
| I get'em in a flux homey | |
| Neva phony | |
| Hit'em wicked when they run up on me | |
| Mutha fuckas still don't know me | |
| Let'em know slowly | |
| Who am i? |