Call me psychotive but Im bad, nigga yo!
And Ima do ya bad, black
And when I come, Im bustin up niggas to hear me, black
Ya should of never let a nigga see
if there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age
and now Im of-age I cant escape the fuckin front page
So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again
I kicks the funky shit and coke, and stupid like Im Gilligan
Im P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack
The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back
Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed
Niggas they cant fuck with my clique
Im here to break em off for chunk
A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfuckin punk
And I be rollin with the brass
Dont answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll a
pass, nigga
Dont even stop to say Whattup? cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up
Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place
or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I aint the one to take no bullshit
Cos see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya know
Sittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you dont hear do
Ima bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you dont hear me do
(But you dont hear me do)
Bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you dont hear me do
Its time to fuck em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigga!
Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, nigga
I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you dont hear me do
So Ima serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
My Glock makin sounds and it dont stop
So nigga pass the swisha quick
and Ima blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
Cos, see a nigga gotta saty high
I try to smoke til I cant smoke and then I wont smoke
But still I got my fingers on my shit
and click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!
You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin Gs down in Texas
Some think Im talk cos I play it cool
but I aint the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas wont do
Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank
Then after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the same thang
And I will pain up the asshole
Collectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you dont hear me do
Aint no mistakin what Im bringin, you motherfuckers still aint had
enough
So Ima continue to break you off for proper ass chunk
May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank
Any way you come Im in your motherfuckin shit, mate!
Huh, a nigga bustin caps, smokin fires
quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass die
And it aint no runnin down dem backstreets
cos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet
Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you dont hear me do
Yeah, check it!
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