[Iverson]

For the year 2G the rap game change for one name

Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane

Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated

You went platinum wit a ghost writer,

so in the game you won you cheated

My slang bang when you need it

You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it

(*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it

Anything to do wit millions I'ma be wit it

Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the rest

In my guess y'all useless, just talkin music

Never mistake me for a fake MC

You got the wrong idea nigga I'm CT fool

Get murdered in a second in the first degree

Come to me wit faggot tendacies

You'll be sleepin where the maggots be

Ain't nuthin kinda used to beef actually

but when it's on I raise first automatically

Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty

Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime

Ten Bentleys in one line

Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines

Snipers hittin niggaz long distance for a rate

Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water

Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders

One luv to the ol school niggaz

They in the jail tryin to raise us

Even the ones that tried to blaze us

but couldn't even graze us

See dem bitch azz niggaz y'all killin don't amaze us

Y'all slobbin I'm spittin wit a mouf full of rage

(DIS MY NIGGA JEWELS REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS

YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT SHIT)

Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches

I'm hittin anything in plain view for my riches

VA's finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz turn to bitches

die for zero digits; I'ma giant yall midgets

I know killaz that kill for a fee

that'll kill yo' ass for free, believe me

How you wanna die fast or slowly?

Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie

I bought yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me

All the hardcore niggas know me

I aint knockin, I'm jus gon' bust up in the motherfucker

Takin anything that's rightfully mines

Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines

Physique crew, thick designs

wit jewels that shine all the time

Ain't nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique

Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat

die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street

Niggas screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born

but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don't live that long

but hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong

got niggas hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song

THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK

JUST FORTY FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!!

YO!!