Can you remember bull, it must be war if you got your cannon on. Nine-four face on the floor, soon as the cannon drawn. Ninjas, straight thuggin, don't give a duck when the game come on. Thumbin' through this chicken nothing but killers in my living room. I need thirty bands a month, until my children grown. I know the feeling's gone so I'm here to live it for them. I don't like rap, unless you live your song. But if you don't like Jack, you haven't lived at all. Before you just hate, why don't.