AKA:

The Count of Monte Fisto
The Midnight Prince
Pussy Hands

Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger
Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away....

I've got my pistol pon cock
Ready to lick shots non-stop
Until I see your monkey-ass drop
And let your homies know who done it
Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit
you muthafuckas know who run it

Somebody need to ask these snitches
Why they talking to police
No justice, no peace
My house is paid for, no rent, no lease