Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows 
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
One, two ,three , and to the four
Eazy muthafuckin E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin in my 64 rag top
I got a lot of juice
A lot of fuckin block
Now when I hit that switch Im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce
And Im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz Im fully strapped
For the car jackers
Fuck no hapsters
I pack a Tech-9
Plus a AK-47
Send a one way ticket to my hell
Or maybe heaven, peep
Nigga I dont sleep
Bury muthafuckas in the concrete
You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
Ridin on these niggas ‘cause they lame
In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama, Im a thug nigga
Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if its on, nigga, then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit em up, WESTSIDE!
Aint nobody loved me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California is where Im at
Ridin, passed by while these niggas wondered why
I got shot but didnt die, let em see whos next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; nigga, still ballin
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
So you wanna be hardcore?
With your hat to the back
Talkin about the gats in ya raps
But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screamin
Maybe Im dreamin
This aint Christopher Williams
Still some MCs gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some
To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggas sayin, Biggie off the street, its a miracle!
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill ya quicker
Especially when Im drunk off the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks-es
Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk, baby
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here, looking through the windows