Now when I pull out that You know I'm a do You's a mothafucka Or I catch you for dough low Without whole crew You be walkin' the whole hood naked 12 behind your ear Your mortal life I'll take it And you that, I will
All my niggas is rude, all my shoot thought with emotion, all the generals will proof That we get at this paper, back smack these Do whatever for the cheddar even clap that I'm even yellin', ain't no tellin', what my do When we start movin' ill when you know it ain't cool It ain't safe man, nigga watchin' my slang That's when he to hang That's when he pledged to my
But we fuck with no badges, unless they takin' the blame Of a 20 corpse massacre and never my name Blastin' you, doin' a thang I never nothin', seen nothin' Anyway, my Braveheart Will wet you, hit you, you Throw the cops off, that nigga Wiz is a I respect you, hit 'em up with A K's Bet you come back, when I get you, nigga
Now when I pull out thang You know I'm a do You's a dead Or when I catch you for low Without whole crew You be walkin' through the whole hood 12 Gauge your ear Your mortal life I'll take it And you know that, I
Anywhere you see me standin', I it like my block Your call the cops 'cause my fo-five blocked I put you in the hospital, you me poppin' you Standin' top of you, survival's impossible A miracle, my bullets be you Blood out your bubble bullshit, your condition be I'm invisible bangin' my gang My SK with the scope, hit you range
And I you don't wanna die I can see it in your eyes, that life is a lie I'm a mastermind, always on the From Alabama to Atlanta sellin' them My homie's time, comin' home spittin' rhymes I get a nigga a nine and a of dimes Henny no chaser, roll a dutch, not Lets get money now nigga, never later
Now I pull out that thang You what I'm a do You's a dead Or when I catch you for low Without your crew You be through the whole hood naked 12 behind your ear Your mere mortal life I it And you that, I will
Now how we do with snitch? They get the street death 3 shots in tha head, tha remedy Nigga on the whole family, yeah son we gon get him is gon hit him, I don't care who with him So we jump in the V, now we lookin' for his Circle he live, yo, look! There it is Runnin' up the to the bitch who snitched on my partner Ay yo, yo, on the door son his father!
Lettin' off some low shots, bullets and sparkin' We killin' in the apartment On the getaway, out joggin' to the cars I that nigga Nashawn popped a little too far Ay yo, wiz, goes a witness! handle your business, nigga I'ma pull up with the car with the Fuck a courtcase, I shot him in the And if the cops come, none of bullets goin' to waste
Now when I out that thang You what I'm a do You's a mothafucka Or I catch you for dough low Without your whole You be through the whole hood naked 12 Gauge behind ear mere mortal life I take it And you that, I will