I’m feelin’ like I’ve got nine lives with only Seven of’em left/ won’t rest till I’m up in Heaven with the very best/”In the Heat of the Night”, my man Hollywood did it way before anybody else—what up Scottdale?/ I won’t stop till the whole Eastside hot as hell/might as well, already in hell, going toe to toe with the devil like Mayweather and Pacquiao--I’m tryin’ to knock this motherf***er out/BLOUW! Oooooh, got him on the ropes, but I just can’t seem to get him down/I’m doin’ this for my town, I’m doin’ it for my crown, cause I’mma King like Tut—gotta make the first-string like what!/ I’m runnin’ that b**** straight up the gut; u linebackers gon’ get trucked; u hatin’ n****s runnin’ outta luck/and the “real is on the rise”, u can see it in my eyes, I don’t fear u other guys, cause I don’t give a f***!