Brina:
Shyste nigga you figured you could fade me, cluckas that try to test underestimate a thorough lady up in this game.  'Cause I done struggled in these streets, done had too many chumps going against the grain, tryin' to compete, playa hate in my hood, runnin' they mouth like bitches.  All these smiling faces that's doubtin' the camp.  Well, figures.  Wanna be obstacles, but couldn't stop us, from hittin' them levels.  Shyste fools gon' dis you, no matter if you do better, I'm a go-getter.  Don't let no bustas stop no show.  Sista gon' do her thang, gon' run game, and stack some dough.  Pack the chrome pump, sister strapped at all times.  Ain't no gangsta comin' off shady gon' make me handle mine.

Jhaz:
Shyste niggas be tryin' to fade me.  Nope, I don't.
Brina:
Niggas be tryin' to test us, don't wanna see this here showdown.  Shyste niggas be trying to fade me.

Jhaz:
Now check this nigga with a mouthpiece, undercover shyste bitch.  Although you claim to be down, I find you only stick and dig trick with game.  But eventually, all become recognized.  Eighty-six a bitch who a shyste one, best break up all ties.  Got no remorse, breakin' 'em off, puttin' an end to all this.  You see my mind begins to click when a shyste one's in my presence.  Insane, I think not, as a matter of fact I got much that's on that other level, I done peeped all of your shystiness come to mentals, the cards on the table, your hands be (?) as you envision the game, but bitch you fucked with them pros.  I got my nina, Brina hollerin', so you know I got my gauge.  Caught up in the game so it ain't shit for a sista to flip anyway.  I'm steady (?) blastin' ass.  Come on over with your crew.  Got clips for days, and I'm high (?), sistas don't give a fuck about you.  So bring whatever, clever you think your plan may be, my mentals way too tight, and I hate a nigga that's shyste.