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 them fuckin' blinds too man, Yo, Don my, man, get out of the stove, man Get away the stove, nigga Stop man, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
I'm in the crib watchin' Larry King The new Guccis on refrigerator, smokin' some This a lighter swisher, becomin' a roach Go get the glass ashtray, pour the of Crut Tap the then toast
took 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 down the block is fightin' nigga got, knifed up brawlin'
Heard the kid was nineteen, Lil' too His father up at the dealer, he loved boo They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't it though Yeah, yeah, my nigga, the of glue
Decided on a intervene, guess who to wild on me my nigga This is like out of the I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the Proceeded to to him, then you heard the heavy face slap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital Fucked up my writing hand, my check Now I wanna this lil' nigga true Only thing that stop my gun '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 lil' homey, yo he eat for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never me Come home and blow cats for me crack, stabbin' all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, to dance when the heat is on
Stapleton days, himself in the groin' 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 lookin' at me the police, do somethin' Motherfuckers standin' around, watch when I get All gonna be terror to you, you," he pointed at Red
I said that's fam duke He put real work in that you cute, fuck that But anyway, son, indeed, he stole two rugbies to his dead mother, I couldn't take it
Yo, Lord, I out his teeth Now he's rockin' those false joints like everything's