"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I dont want that shit"
"I dont give a fuck, I dont play dat shit"
"And Im finnin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"Thats the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"Ima get in the other car"
"Aight"
If theres beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me Ill ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
Theres no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I dont care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
Ill kill you - I aint playin, hear what Im sayin, homie I aint playin
Catch you slippin, Ima kill you - I aint playin, hear what Im sayin,
homie I aint playin
Keep thinkin Im candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
Its hot out this bitch thats a good nuff reason
Ive seen gangstas get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
Gods on ya side, shit Im aight wit that
We reload them clips and come right back
Its a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, dont think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that aint good
If you was smart youd be shook of me
Cuz Id get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I cant wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So theyll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, Im down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, Im happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that Ive been in Im by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter finnin to get get shot it wont do em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bonesll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this aint the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
After the fist fights its gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you dont wanna get shot I suggest you dont go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong Ive done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Finnin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
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