(Song intro)

(Girl talking)

Yo stop driving crazy!

(Chino)

Shut the fuck up yo! I drive...Yo word is bond i need a sign yo

I'm stopping right here till i get a sign

(Lightning Sounds)

(Chino)

Look at that shit! What's that nigga? Ohh shit yo! I can't believe this...

(Angel Speaks)

Chino my love although many will come before you

trying to be just like you there will never be another you.

You've traveled so far to get here.

Don't allow the world to make you forget why.

Our ancestors are with you, and will lead you.

Never let your mental conquer me

(Chorus)

Never love my enemy

You could never take my history

You could never block my destiny

Never did love follow me

And i'll never return to poverty

Never fooled by satan's jealousy

Until my heaven inherits me...

(verse 1)

I won't lie, some nights i feel like i've been forsaken by God,

victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad,

He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the montra that I cry...

I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss

clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this

Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly,

larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity

My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostimy

im pro you're junior varsity,

If twelve angry of you was on MTV

dis my shit i'll hunt down and kill 'em all individually,

I make headlines considerably,

Sorcery with no plea bargain, or glossary,

Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery

You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that i've held

rockin' gold like Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me

feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me,

I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace

More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability

I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery

While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don

I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes the mega for-tune

Stick that ass in phone booth's, drinking 151 proof,

laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth,

flicking my ashes out of a sunroof

Uncooth industry snotty and shady can't no Bible save me,

From throwing you offmy tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby

Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted

You ain't no killer or gangster smiling

or dancing interviewed by Teen Summit

My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary,

but still all relative like West Virginian's before they marry

I blind you in stereo or mono i'm deluxe while you ride econo

out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show

Your wives know I fuck like

Marky Mark on Boogie Nights wh