G-G, G-G, No peace talks, no white No mercy, I'm yo ass
Niggas heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas Blood in, out, la kostra nostra You don't bang wit the best I'll have doc fragments from your chest They say, "God's a forgivin' man", I hope He shells I let off don't curse my kid They say fifty blew up, fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I out And you see I'm that same nigga that he start to roar I think he's flyin' eight outta on movin' targets You run, you still dyin' check my resume, I am oh so Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no
Sticks and stones may bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for Keep your eyes wide open, lookin' for it too Shit is 'round here, you surrounded by crooks Sticks and stones may break and the shells may hurt me But I take it a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's for it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by
There was some niggas that tried to murda me I hit 'em up, put 'em in' surgery This four five has made a lot of apologize (Yeah) The truth out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies Some niggas catch a and then claim they hard A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his I just play my part, and while you shootin' up I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban get it poppin''
Sticks and stones may break bones and the may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too Shit is 'round here, you surrounded by crooks Sticks and may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for Keep your wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by
I'm tired of you with your may be beef We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby (Ah huh) I'm in and out the clubs, A D D (Right) Dark blue Benz, seats, eighty sneaks (Right) (Yeah) These tellin' out the blue So you hang 'em off the At they'll have to helicopter you The Jimmy in the bags, the bell or hop will do I rap for the neighborhood niggas failed in high school (Ah) You can tell I came a long way in' my sense, home (Ah huh) why them little niggas in the projects love me You provide the beat downs for free, I my dues I don't even for free I gave 'em a break, flew seas (Right) But it's kinda hard to get homie sick when blue in the trees Sit back and try to your role wit the copies I put more in yo ass than a telephone pole (Yeah)
Sticks and may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it a man, you beg for mercy your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too Shit is real 'round here, you by crooks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for Keep your eyes open, nigga's lookin' for it too Shit is real here, you surrounded by crooks