Verse 1      It's like kliq klaq we barrie dat bark 'em wit da chrome    I got your house surrounded gasoline floodin' ya home    Line up a target, some men deh walk and deh chat    But if a guy get outta hand I'll tare a match and try to light dat   Look, my spirit ain't tryin' to see no badness But if the devil interferes I'm going out like Mr. Gladus    It's on the weather if my my mood is gloomy or shinin'    But if the sun ain't shinin' den you check me bad timin'    My mind is free from all the dust, gotta bust    While I'm wisdom knowledge, I guess you through me off misunderstanding    My mom's is having nightmare of me dying    Which devil is tryin' ta slit my throat I don't know   But meantimin' out in da world, a man might swear I'm on some insane shhhh,    Put 'em in his own trunk and roll his ass off a f#@!n' cliff    Try to understand my mind body and soul   Everything is still cool, but try to snatch you get ya head blown       Chorus      Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong    Ain't nuttin' sweet,   Cross pendants to dirty kronze   Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss   Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs   Infinite, Wise Guys are never wrong    Ain't nuttin' sweet,   lye down flat just for da cause   Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss   Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs       Verse 2      I'm standin' out ya gates wit all ya f'in' windows open   Look straight inside my eyes and see if dis kid here is jokin'    Nothin' but darkness lookin' in now all your fear's are open    I never eat meat that's one thing I'm not promotin'   Forget what he say   Get off da freeway, my rhyme ain't never going dat way    So here what I say, your gettin' caught up in a knot    Watch what ya talkin', I'm puttin' kikos on da spot    Great minds think alike but you mind is different from my mind    It's set like thirty three of bones going down ya spine    So what, a scawer pad to scrub da rust go call ya boss    I got somethin' to burn and turn dis 'ish into a holocost      Chorus      Verse 3   Line up a food, these fools is out to get served right up da block    Already cocked and switched it off lock grab papers and rocks   He kept the mudge in his socks    I glanced a glare of Roosters siren   It wasn't us the Rex is heat up, like movin' amos in the mouth of madness   Right through da top where skulls crack    We smarter den dat, he's sprawled out on the flat of his back   Deh scared just by day way deh rap and I ain't gotta prove dat   Just by da way dat deh act with Infinite so wheel it back.      Chorus      (Outro)