Babe, if it's a go on let me know And if it shit, nigga go let it go But it's on my mind, I need to let you know Them choppers on deck and I afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
You on that shit ain't wit it man That's the reason murders get committed man It can go any minute man Goon squad jump out, black on black mini-van
So you better be quick and on your them chopper bullets stop, nobody knows Babies cryin', niggaz dyin' all the place Momma cryin' 'cause blood all over her face
This is not a game, is not a test Swiss cheese brain, mayne you'll be laid to rest bust your head ask questions later Throw the deuces, sayonara to you
Babe if it's a go on let me know And if it shit, nigga go let it go But while on my mind, I need to let you know Them on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
I don't know your bitch, she know me either I suggest you keep it movin' if you wanna her You don't these problems, that's a bad idea have your ass runnin' like diarrhea
Nobody move get hurt, shit If I that tool, everybody hit the dirt, look This could be avoided only if you keep your nigga Act like you grown instead of still in middle school
You really this beef bruh Put in in the freezer You'll freeze up I pull the heat Then from the knees up
This is not a game is not a test Slow your roll or you'll be to rest
Babe if a problem go on let me know And if it shit, nigga go let it go But it's on my mind, I need to let you know Them on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
Yeah, I'll sell you wet just to make it weigh right Call them boys, set you up in daylight Yeah I'll your bitch I'll do you bad Nine months later, now she screamin' the dad
If you your bump, say I never found the shit If I owe ya guap', pay your ass counterfeit Oh yeah, flex ya nigga, don't think I can't Have my broad put suger in your gas tank
Cut brake line, slash your back tire you crank your car your engine catch fire Then now I don't what you've been told But these are brief descriptions of how hood go
if it's a problem go on let me know And if it ain't shit, go let it go But it's on my mind, I need to let you know Them on deck and I ain't afraid to let 'em go
Yeah, do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya (Do ya bad, do ya bad)
do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad) do ya, do ya, do ya bad (Do ya bad, do ya bad)