it Now you get out of here, I'm you You can't push us around, wanna fight? I'll you on
That nigga's twisted, playin' with that 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 watchin' Larry King Live The new Guccis on refrigerator, some kush nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a roach Go get the glass ashtray, pour the glass of Tap the bottle toast
Barrie took a sip for the cause, my son Soon to be three, tried to his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, heard niggaz down the is fightin' Some got, knifed up brawlin'
Heard the kid was nineteen, Lil' 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 color of
Decided on a intervene, 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, you heard the heavy face slap
Think I my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed Fucked up my writing hand, that's my Now I wanna kill this nigga true Only that stop my gun flamin' 'cause he related to you
Who? He ain't to me Just I knew him for like eighteen years until he violated Stealin' my If my lil' homey, yo he eat 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, to dance when the heat is on
Stapleton days, shoot himself in the The gun went off, it like a flick When he fell to the floor, holdin' his "God damnit, shit I put one in my balls"
What the fuck y'all at me for? the police, do somethin' Motherfuckers standin' around, when I get better All hell's gonna be to you, you," he pointed at Red
I said chill that's fam He put real in that make you cute, fuck that But anyway, son, indeed, he stole two rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't it
Yo, Lord, I out his teeth Now rockin' those false joints like everything's peace