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 niggas
Straight Southside Crazy muthafucka Bank-o Crack rap, million dollar Black Lac for my outta hoe
These talk gangsta but really aint tho, no Imma stormy night, you a Imma G, tight clothes aint my bro Fuck the with an HIV carrier
No in the M-16 I'm ridin but the Bent pimp clean And gotta like I feed it creatine My birth a diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and Louis the XIII
Yeah, yall muthafucka my momma crib up My sister, my in there Im getting yall hit for 500 dollars Ima be in London
My name is a crazy nigga dont play tho I hitcha planters peanut the .80 Al Qaeda, expert When all my niggas die they gon 80 virgins
Im the 'Burb swervin cause Im drunk and Im Wit glock and pump that mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Bell Fuck the I still deal fishscale
Mini me, niggas wanna copy my But lame lawyers aint good for trial up to the projects and throw the kids 100's Drop top got him sick in his stomach
These is weak, son like Cookies n Cream to me Bad day, Ima fly a man in a These know any nigga can get it
this is Boo-Boo but you can call me 50 Fuck with me, the policell to get me 760 I, I ride Im a rider, Molotov Ill that, youre on fire pop, Ill stop talkin n get quiet And make a on the Tech look like its on fire
My shit jammed and like I planned it Like I was just takin a breather, Im blamin Im Bronson, Dirty Harry wit the cannon You shootin but you aint hittin shit, Im still standing When shit dont go down smooth I dont Switch pistol, switch hands, switch hit ya man
Yea, nigga Im straight Southside Im back on dat shit, dat cold hearted killa shit Nigga stunt witcha mouth wide we move around We trained for some iller shit, Southside