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