Run up on a fucking busta Kill 'em like I'm body lovin' Grabbin' the shovel wrap him in bubbles
Schizophrenic lunatic Cold hearted motherfucker Run your mouth bitch run your mouth All these fucking rappers front Talking shit behind your back They shake your hand then hit the blunt You see the difference with me I grew up with the G's in the west bank streets Running drugs up on my bike when I was just Thirteen Every day another fight but I was scared to bleed You beat my ass you better kill me I'll return with the fleet Cut em gun em down and nothing beat the case in a week If nobody do no snitching they ain't got shit on me Walking free, why you dead covered up in a sheet BITCH
Pull up with this motherfucking Tec Pull up with this motherfucking Mac Pull up with the motherfucking sack full of green What you mean you ain't gonna smoke this shit with me I smack a rapper with the backhand then tell him to get his own P What you know about me, hoe Grey is what I be I got Ramirez in the cut and he stay ready to cut Yeah bitch I got Christ in the cut with the shotty pumping and ducking I got Navi I got Blackout I got Six Fo' I got Stunna Now what the fuck you wanna do I just gotta call up a number
Think about a murder Repping triple six is unheard of Stalking through the fucking night and killing these bustas so what's heard of Slick is gripping on the Mossberg Oddy on the Tec-9 Run your mouth I'll bust your spine and end your motherfucking life Got these bodies floating where the river turns grey Fucking with the Fifty Nine The bullets from my new robbery getting sprayed Sucking ducking gripping on my motherfucking tone Punch you in the fucking face, stab your brain with your nose bone