it Now you get out of here, I'm you You bastards push us around, wanna fight? take you on
That nigga's twisted, stop playin' with clip man them fuckin' blinds too man, y'knahmsayin'? Yo, Don my, man, get out of the stove, man Get away the stove, nigga Stop playin' man, the fuck is you talkin'
I'm in the crib Larry King Live The new Guccis on refrigerator, some kush This nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a Go get the glass ashtray, pour the glass of Tap the bottle toast
Barrie a sip for the cause, yeah my son to be three, tried to fill his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, niggaz down the block is fightin' nigga got, knifed up brawlin'
Heard the kid was nineteen, Infinity too His father worked up at the dealer, he boo They him for his Louis', son wasn't havin' it though Yeah, yeah, my nigga, the of glue
on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga This is like out of the I'm in the Range stretch, out, tucked the chain Proceeded to talk to him, then you heard the face slap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the vexed Fucked up my hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this lil' true Only thing that stop my gun flamin' he related to you
Who? He related to me Just that I knew him for like eighteen years until he Stealin' my If my homey, yo he eat anything for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never me Come home and still blow for me crack, stabbin' all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, born to when the heat is on
Stapleton days, shoot himself in the The gun went off, it looked like a he fell to the floor, holdin' his nuts Screamin' "God damnit, I put one in my balls"
What the fuck lookin' at me for? Call the police, do Motherfuckers standin' around, watch I get better All hell's be terror Death to you, you," he at Red
I said chill fam duke He put real work in that you cute, fuck that But anyway, son, indeed, he two Polo rugbies Swore to his mother, I couldn't take it
Yo, Lord, I knocked out his Now he's rockin' false joints like everything's peace