it Now you get out of here, I'm you You bastards can't us around, wanna fight? take you on
That nigga's twisted, stop playin' with clip man Close fuckin' blinds too man, y'knahmsayin'? Yo, Don my, man, get out of the stove, man Get from the stove, nigga Stop playin' man, the fuck is you talkin'
I'm in the crib watchin' Larry King The new Guccis on refrigerator, smokin' some This nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a Go get the glass ashtray, pour the of Crut Tap the bottle toast
Barrie a sip for the cause, yeah my son Soon to be three, to fill his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, heard niggaz down the is fightin' Some got, knifed up brawlin'
the kid was nineteen, Lil' Infinity too His father up at the dealer, he loved boo They tried him for his Louis', son havin' it though Yeah, yeah, my nigga, the of glue
Decided on a intervene, who tried to wild on me my nigga This is out of the blue I'm in the stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain Proceeded to talk to him, then you the heavy face slap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the vexed up my writing hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this lil' true Only thing that my gun flamin' 'cause he related to you
He ain't related to me Just I knew him for like eighteen years until he violated my gear If my homey, yo he eat anything for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he call me Come home and blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbin' all them hoodrat A live well known, born to dance when the heat is on
Stapleton days, shoot in the groin' The gun went off, it looked like a When he fell to the floor, holdin' his "God damnit, shit I put one in my balls"
What the fuck lookin' at me for? the police, do somethin' Motherfuckers standin' around, watch I get better All gonna be terror to you, you," he pointed at Red
I said chill that's fam He put real work in make you cute, fuck that But anyway, son, indeed, he two Polo rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't it
Yo, Lord, I knocked out his Now he's rockin' those false joints like everything's