| Ahuh, now I’m on some other shit |
| I just took some time for a case but it was nothing, shit |
| I be with my niggas if I’m not I’m with my brothers bitch |
| And we could fuck your mom, your sister, your baby mother, shit |
| All this shit these niggas be talking bout it’s irrelevant |
| They talking til that shit get to spark and now ain’t no telling |
| Niggas ducking, running in any open direction |
| Now doctors performing surgery, opening and dissecting |
| Them body parts, bet that’ll teach a nigga a lesson |
| Screaming free all my hittas I’m knowing them niggas stressing |
| Shorty all on my dick cause she knowing how we be checking |
| We blow em like we be reppin she throwing shit I’mma catch it |
| Right? Since I been home a lot of hoes been tryna fuck me |
| I got hoes, I could call the baddest bitch ugly |
| I got poles, guns so old, the clips rusty |
| And I’m back down, pack so loud that shit musty |
| Silly bitches, see me in public, do not touch me or talk to me |
| It ain’t even safe to walk with me |
| I got guys I’m ready to smoke, I bought 50 |
| And that dope make me choke, I pass she cough with me |
| Damn I hate a nigga that lie on top of a lie |
| Shorty don’t even smoke, she high on top of the sky |
| Tell me what niggas know about chopping down on a pie |
| Fiend tucked in the coat, he overdose and he die |
| Tell me what niggas know about breaking down on a pound |
| Don’t even open the bag, already know I’m this loud |
| Pops come in the crib, ain’t gotta open the door |
| I got the house so loud he thinking I just smoked |
| All that lil shit that used to excite me |
| Til I did that time and niggas ain’t write me |
| Talking my ears off bout how I’m better than those |
| Come to think about it, shit, I got more letters from hoes |
| But, that’s lil shit, I ain’t thinking bout that |
| I came home to some money I’m ready to bounce back |
| Mama told me niggas phony and now that’s a known fact |
| But my circle would’ve been smaller if I’d have known that hah! |
| It’s the fucking guys in my fucking eyes, 2 cups |
| Ahuh, now I’m on some more shit |
| Everybody got bags now? That’s my old shit |
| Nigga got so much cash now I can’t fold it |
| And if I’m with a bitch then I make her ass hold it |
| Fuck it! Gun so big I can’t tuck it |
| Got some money put up, my bro say I can’t touch it |
| The cops had some goof ass warrant, we couldn’t duck it |
| Had so much fucking work in the crib, we couldn’t flush it |
| I’ll tell you bout this bitch I knew, but she disgusting |
| What she could do on the dick, no telling who she was fucking |
| I done passed to my bros and she was okay with it |
| I bought an AK, and the blade came with it |
| Damn, I must admit it we blowing that nigga fitted |
| Shorty say, «where you going?» she knowing I wanna hit it |
| The semi that I’m toting knock a nigga off his pivot |
| I been riding in a foreign not a civic, you get it? |
| I ain’t gotta speak or talk too much |
| And since I’m paid, I’ll never say it costs too much |
| I’m steady rolling up dope, must have bought too much |
| And I started playing with guns cause I fought too much |
| Right? Now that’s real, I feels on that steel |
| To heal I got pills from weed to crack kills |
| Shorty heard me spit, said I need to sign a deal |
| But if it’s meant to be, I will |
| They say I got the juice, told me don’t let it spill |
| Lil Biggie got into it, I call his ass still |
| You catch me in the booth, if not I’m in the field |
| My goons they gone shoot, and they shooting to kill. BOOM! |