ay im tha unknown-unknown,
rip ya straight out cha home wit chrome,
thrown out ya window,
while i make ya bitch moan an groan,
wit da bottle of gin,
we put a spin on how we win,
anit no mo wind,
so stop breathin like u need it,
im sick of west versez east,
cant we just find some peace,
an fight wit da police,
cuz da streetz is filled wit 2 much violence,
seen it all b4 when i was like 9 or 10,
but no i aint got no one 2 run behind agian,
so now ive gone 2 rhymin,
so jump a fence, find a benz ta steal,
feel wha it feel like ta have ta feel da fukin steel fo real!