The best in the Yea, it's that time, ya heard? We the best nigga, we back
I sit in my dirty ass room Starin' at candles, high on All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle Schemin' on you
I sit alone in my dirty ass Starin' at candles, high on All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 Schemin' on you
By myself in my corner room watchin' Hard Boiled I feel I'm crazy, my brain on drugs My bullet proof on run, late at the night look for Cuz
Just through his hood and when I see that chump I'ma jump out the truck and my gun You ain't neva been do it so you scared of kinda shit Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off
Too much of that gangsta music, nah, reality rap I really go through it in rooms I crack, nigga, I don't got none for ya to my lawyer, shit
Nowadays is hard to Be where you pull that trigger, they got you on film They got in the sky, we under surveillance That on star on car track everywhere you've been
Gotta watch what I say, they tappin' my phone wanna sneak and peak inside of my home I'm and it's not the weed In my rear view these cars, they follow me
So I bust and lefts, lefts and rights Till I stop seeing those headlights Then I circle my block to make it's smooth I go upstairs to my four corner room
I sit in my dirty ass room Starin' at candles, high on All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle Schemin' on you
I sit alone in my dirty ass at candles, high on drugs All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle on you niggaz
I be in my hot ass room Smokin' dope, bullets in my clip for you I even wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool I ain't sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma find you
Eventually it happens like At the with his boys, at the mall with his bitch Nigga think it's be a fight comes to those who wind me up
And you could beg me to stop but I just Puttin' pressure on the 'til you fast asleep Like a (Son up) Ain't no Coulda, shoulda, shot back, you too hasty
I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, and Joseph (Oh my God) If that's what it is, nigga live You not me like the neighborhood bitch (Ayo, Mary)
I sit in my dirty ass room at candles, high on drugs All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle on you niggaz
I sit alone in my dirty ass Starin' at candles, high on All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 Schemin' on you
Yeah, right, you know how we do it nigga (Uh, huh) I sit up all night and plot on your nigga (Oh, we comin')
not a fuckin' game (We comin', we comin', nigga) Oh, we nigga believe that (If he happen to write your name down)
We runnin' around gettin' this on tour You know I'm sayin'? (Should he out) I really ain't got time for you bitch ass But um, this weekend I got some
You know what I'm sayin'? I just put some work in (Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule) It's like forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you nigga I don't give a fuck who you wit, daytime, the fuck we at
You stop, drop and roll nigga (Uh, huh) And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, right Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10
I use to drive a AC and a Mac in the engine
Is this is it, Have you heard of a dude (Yo, the P) Isn't it that mothafucka With an asshole of money?