‘Cause Then I’d Hafta Killya

Got a big ‘ol rang.

Big as a baby fist.

An nigga ifya hasta stare at it,

You ain’t caught it’s drift…

Airs a game an you’re not init.

You’s wartchin’ from da side.

And if you’s got enough lucky stars,

You two games don’t collide.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.