[Intro 4x]
  Lalalala-lala-lalala
    [B-Real]
  I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid
  Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin
  Psychodelic visions would ensue
  My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate
  But I ??, all that distorted shit brought it up
  I came short and couldn't afford to store it up
  So I began to record it on audio
  The autobiography of Luis Mario
  Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable
  That half the shit I set out to do was achievable
  But alas, look at all the shit come to pass
  While we remained strong, others broke like glass
  Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother
  Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:
  This side up, for the celebrity
  Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity
  Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt
  But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt
  I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,
  I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis
    [Chorus 2x]
  (Lalalala-lala-lalala)
  I got my 9mm at my waist, papa
  I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa
  If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
  I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa
    [B-Real]
  You know me and you've grown with me
  And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me
  I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me
  I'm hangin out with the people as my posse
  Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions
  Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension
  People turn around when you become a star it seems
  But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams
  They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong
  When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your
  songs
  Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye?
  You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?
  Take a deep one, and peep son
  Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run
  You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son
  You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son
    [Chorus:]
    [B-Real]
  You know they smile in your face,
  You know they try to take space
  I let you punks know you ain't safe
  Cos you know you're just dead-weight
  But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some
  reason
  But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season
  Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never
  The ??, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever
  So think about that, is it worth the pain?
  When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain
  But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:
  It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded
    [Chorus 2x]
  You know they smile in your face
  You know they try to take space
  I let you punks know you ain't safe
  Cos you know you're just dead-weight