I call my Locs in L.A. and they never heard of you
I call my Locs in New York and they never heard of you
My Philly n*ggas don't bang, they just want to murder you
You wanted some minutes of fame, I guess you deserve a few (I got you)
I pray to Allah you take this personal
Twin caskets, one of them bastards gon' share a hearse with you