| Ah shit. I’m sick of niggas jumpin up with choppers |
| Runnin for your shit, tryin to make another nigga stop ya |
| But it’s on cause you up against a real nigga |
| I steal niggas and kill niggas, I’m the real nigga |
| You up against a motherfucker with a quick temper |
| I’m a born killer, in case you don’t remember |
| I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it |
| Click-click, motherfuckers, can you get with it? |
| You ain’t the nigga that you thought you was, fool |
| And now I’m after that ass on the cool |
| It’s all about survival of the fittest |
| Nigga, you shouldn’ta did this |
| And now I gots to handle my business |
| I got to get your ass up out the picture |
| I ain’t the nigga you wanna fuck with |
| Motherfucker, I wouldn’t bullshit ya |
| Now look at what you stuck with |
| The last nigga in this motherfuckin world you shoulda fucked with |
| I’m leavin niggas in bodybags |
| You shouldn’ta fucked with the Brad |
| You punk motherfucker, I’m comin agg |
| Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey |
| Niggas packin nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A. K |
| Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this |
| S.A. fool, and I’mma put you on your back, bitch |
| Ain’t no half-steppin, I’m comin at you rough-like |
| Shootin to kill cause back in school I had enough fights |
| To never wanna put my knuckles up against a nigga’s head |
| So you can sling 'em all you want, but motherfucker I be slingin lead |
| Cause like I said befo' I’m a motherfuckin dreadlock |
| Puttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshots |
| And everybody in your motherfuckin area |
| Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya |
| But I can give a motherfuck about your family |
| Because your family ain’t my fuckin family |
| You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha |
| Nigga in black standin right here next to ya |
| I’m stoppin muthafuckers from breathin |
| Just gimme a reason and I’mma be squeezin |
| The trigger of this motherfuckin Glock, pop-pop until you drop |
| From these motherfuckin gunshots |
| And leave your whole fuckin family sad |
| Don’t fuck with the Brad, motherfucker |
| Cause Brad’s comin agg |
| Where the cocksuckers at, where the cocksuckers at? |
| (Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gat |
| Cause I’m about to heat up like a vet |
| Chop shit down on your set and then jet |
| And smash off in my soap box |
| Cause I’m down for the dirt and motherfuckas said it don’t stop |
| Now which one of you hoes wanna fuck |
| Make your way to your truck |
| I wanna see the way that you jump |
| Cause by the time you get your keys |
| I’m lettin loose, motherfucker, lay em down, nigga, and get these |
| It ain’t shit for me to watch em fly |
| So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die, die |
| I ain’t no motherfuckin good guy, dog |
| And I don’t give a good guy damn about none of y’all |
| I’m from the state of the motherfuckin gunslingers |
| Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger |
| So get your ass caught up in this gangsta shit |
| And I’mma try my best to make it stank, you bitch |
| Plus you comin with that fake drag |
| You fallin dead on your ass, you motherfucker |
| I’m comin agg |