up, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun
, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away
back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my
behind me See that's the only way that you gon' get me And if you wet me I'ma turn around and laugh so you never forget me To my double-gat niggaz who
dogs That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood
stances go 'head handsome, but they all scream my cars lean, hit up, every state,town, city wit my braveheart team, pretty face, round tits and ass, stay my
' that twelve guage offa the steps Nigga off wid ya neck, ever since then, plottin' ya death Get caught in your Lex take a quick wind get shot in the chest
gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my
done that Call my weight Jordan (Why) because it come back Five five for the ounce spit one stack Cock that drop that nigga that's a comeback Need a
my niggaz off with good smoke Out West they ridin with me, now I'm back hard I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard Hated by many, confronted
a crazy, crazy tip Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up Bullet proof vest on my chest
And I'll pick off any who's ?, 'til your enemy dead We gon' meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled and to show you it'
funny you'll laugh in a ditch after you get your face ripped off or your left with half of your lips Even with a chest thats strapped with a vest No
let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga (All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga (All
brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun
off mine, picture the King Bein all up in the open, hopin you could step to I be a monkey's uncle, and you're my nephew Climbin on my back while I'm flowin
At Me If My Cellphone Is On Roam I Just Trying To Get Some Bone! Lil Flip! Yeah Now If U Rollin Wit Me Come Now Ima Gangsta! I Never Put My Gun Down
