I'm deep down in the back streets in the heart of Medina /
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor /
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise /
So I can blast a nigga and his boys /
For what? He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop /
Like the crashin' of Dow Jones stock /
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more mils /
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills /
I'm in the park, settin' up a deal over blunt fire /
Bum niggaz sleepin' on the bench, they had em wired /
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo, /
And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe /
And while we set up camp, we got vamped /
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart /
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee /
Blown out the frame, like Pan Am flight 103 /
He got swung on, his lungs was torn /
The kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn /