it Now you get out of here, I'm you You bastards push us around, wanna fight? I'll you on
That nigga's twisted, stop playin' with that man them 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 is you talkin' 'bout?
I'm in the crib watchin' Larry King The new Guccis on refrigerator, smokin' some This nigga's a lighter swisher, a roach Go get the glass ashtray, the glass of Crut Tap the bottle toast
Barrie a sip for the cause, yeah my son Soon to be three, tried to his bottle then run Then I got a collect call, niggaz down the block is fightin' Some nigga got, 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 out of the blue I'm in the stretch, jumped 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 hand, that's my check Now I wanna kill this nigga true Only thing that my gun flamin' 'cause he related to you
Who? He related to me Just that I knew him for like 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 blow cats for me Pump crack, 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 looked like a When he fell to the floor, his nuts Screamin' "God damnit, I put one in my balls"
What the fuck y'all lookin' at me Call the police, do standin' around, watch when I get better All hell's gonna be Death to you, you," he at Red
I chill that's fam duke He put real work in make 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' those false joints everything's peace