listen up fools you don't know who you be messing with.
 

Aint that the truth son. You be messing with homie master g unit grip son. We be keeping it real up in this biatch, dont be steppin, you aint got no mone like me, my boys, nor my momma, dont be brinin what you cant brought biatch, i keep it real, like the real deal hollifield son biatch, dont step it, prep it as we say back in my hood, biatch

my lyrical lyrics be keepin it tight son while my peeps be keeping it real

you aint messing with no broke broke