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 with that clip man Close them fuckin' 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 watchin' Larry King The new on refrigerator, smokin' some kush This nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a Go get the ashtray, pour the glass of Crut Tap the then toast
Barrie took a sip for the cause, my son Soon to be three, tried to fill his bottle run Then I got a collect call, heard down the block is fightin' Some nigga got, knifed up
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 Range stretch, out, tucked the chain Proceeded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy slap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the vexed Fucked up my writing hand, my check Now I kill this lil' nigga true Only thing that my gun flamin' 'cause he related to you
Who? He ain't to me Just that I knew him for 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 Pump crack, all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, to dance when the heat is on
Stapleton days, shoot in the groin' The gun went off, it like a flick he fell to the floor, holdin' his nuts Screamin' "God damnit, I put one in my balls"
What the fuck y'all lookin' at me Call the police, do Motherfuckers around, watch when I get better All gonna be terror 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 stole two rugbies Swore to his mother, I couldn't take it
Yo, Lord, I out his teeth Now he's rockin' those false like everything's peace