I dont know what the I been doin But what they want Id like to a R.I.P. in advance For all my enemies, die quick
outta Southside Crazy named Bank-o Crack rap, million dollar Black Lac for my state hoe
These talk gangsta but really aint tho, no Imma stormy night, you a G, tight clothes aint my thang bro Fuck the with an HIV carrier
No Vaseline in the I'm ridin but the Bent pimp clean And gotta body like I it creatine My birth stones a diamond, my color's green I smoke lean and piss Louis the
Yeah, muthafucka shot my momma crib up My sister, my in there Im getting yall niggas hit for 500 Ima be in muthafucka
My name is Yayo a nigga dont play tho I planters peanut wit' the .80 Al Qaeda, expert When all my niggas die gon have 80 virgins
Im the 'Burb swervin cause Im and Im high Wit glock and pump that mac and .45 the police they killed Sean Bell Fuck the feds I still fishscale
Mini me, niggas copy my style But nigga lawyers aint good for trial up to the projects and throw the kids 100's Drop top Phantom got him in his stomach
These is weak, son Lookin like Cookies n to me Bad day, Ima fly a man in a These niggas know any can get it
Nigga this is Boo-Boo but you can me 50 Fuck with me, the policell to get me 760 I, I ride Im a rider, Molotov Ill toss that, on fire pop, Ill stop talkin n get quiet And make a muzzle on the look like its on fire
My shit jammed and unjammed I planned it Like I was just takin a breather, Im blamin Im Bronson, Dirty Harry wit the cannon You shootin back but you hittin shit, Im still standing shit dont go down smooth I dont panic Switch pistol, switch hands, switch hit ya man
Yea, nigga Im straight outta Im back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold killa shit Nigga stunt witcha mouth wide we move around We trained for iller shit, muthafucka Southside