When I loop that corner boy, ain't gon' be no talk Just a whole lotta (flocka!) and a whole lotta chump Mask on (how you want it?) mask off (how you want it?) You don't want it homie, what the fuck you niggas mean? Sheriff catch us with the infrared beams
Ok, these niggas think they steppin' on my turf and I'm a let 'em Get your armor off first, 'fore you step out in this weather Rainin' bucket on my fuckas, cocaine in my dutches Ain't gon be no mercy when your fate is in my clutches M dre with the top rip, rag on the chopstick Lookin' like I'm bout to hold the whole world hostage They say I'm satan's sidekick but ya'll'd never know I got killers lurkin' round but ya'll'd never know Rollin' in my benz like it's boderline bentley My 44 never close, so don't boderline tempt me I'm in total control mode, move you like a checker Two barrels on my weapon, now that's a double decker
No pity in my city, no love in my titty Who the fuck ain't gunplay money? all they'd admit it Cigarfare and hardware, no way I'm gon' starve here Hard weed, and soft hair, and sticks for that warfare So serious I can't smile, stress keep my face frown It don't matter how many times I pull the ace out Real nigga all day, bully the hard way From the bout to broadway, we gon' handle it our way Lookin' like money, but I'm feelin' like murder If ya took somethin' from me, best believe I'll reverse it Yeah, clearly disturbed, probably piss on a sheriff Fuck the crackas and the jackas, pass the mass and a wackaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
