I was peddling sugary drinks to all the little kids for weeks, nSpending late nights at the factory, making fat stacks for my family, nBut now my wife's been getting shady. nThat trick-ass mark don't call me baby. nI'll sit by the window sill and if she's got another mannThe juice will spill!nnThought I had people I could trust like my boy, Captain Crunch. nI know he'd never do me like thatnBehind my back!nI found her mouth all cut up, and his hat in the corner. nYo, homes you don't know what I'm capable of. nnBefore Kool-aid picked me up, nI ran blocks and sold rock. nG's up, hoes down and I'd have all these snitches stomped. nThen I grew up and got a real job nPeddling drinks to all these little snobs nAnd if you think that I fell off nThen watch you're mouth before you get popped. nnI'll disconnect the Captain's neck, nAnd make him wish that he was dead. nI'll smash your skull like a crunch-berry punk. nnKeep my name out your mouth, son.