I've been a victim of society they got me f**ed in this hoe sh**
n***as runnin up with M11's and some mo' sh**
It seems to me, they wanna start somethin
But I'mma let this motherf**in thang break em off somethin
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that
Mikki Mike singin em songs from these n***as gats
I guess its like guerilla warfare
Now grab ya gat and load ya clip and go for d**h until ya make it fair
And if ya don't then grab ya nuts dude
Cause thats the only way these n***as livin in the nine-duece
Mo murder by k**ins and slayin some sh**
If thick on ya tool and find ya homie dead in a ditch
Damn, now the f**in water's gettin hot
Homie after homie after homie's gettin shot
And n***as are over lookin for joints to light
357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight
So check it, first I walk up on em like I know em
And then, I let my conversation start to hoe em
Cause yo, I never debates to wait, I handle my business
Cause n***as always be f**in sh** up when tryin to handle they business
He's peepin out my missle as I stand straight
So now its time to make his a** like a crushed grape
Cause see I get stinked when I flex
And for the motherf**in hole in ya f**in chest
I told ya once I love the midnight
A gun fight, a night to take a motherf**ers life
Yeah, right now you're f**in with some bad sh**
But I'll be damned if I let another n***a take my sh**
Consider, use your common sense punk
Cause they be blazin these n***as until they bodies stank like a skunk
You see I'm down to cause commotion
I pull my gat and make ya ashious n***a perspire lotion
Its all about comin up G
But I don't f** you, if you don't try ta f** me
Tryin ta f** me
Its part 2 of this hoe sh**, motherf**ers still runnin up
Scope em out, squeeze the trigger, now ya got another dead n***a
But that ain't sh** to these hood n***as
These motherf**ers in St. Paul live by pullin the trigger
They came to f** you in a split sec
Buck a n***a quick, I'm speakin on this sh** that I know best
But n***a stressed over crack fiends
I set him up and took his money now the jack is out sellin keys
Tryin to make his come up
Breakin n***as off phat, but gettin shoved off his product
So now he's lookin for another gank
But the n***a brought his gat so thats another fiend in the paint
Steady stackin up nines
But homies doin good cause when he started he was stressed stepped
And now he's livin on the uprise
Smokin that pia-sh** sesame and drinkin insane eyes
All the fiends love to hit him with a dove
For what, cause when he breaks em off, he breaks em off love
You better believe, you better believe he's breakin
And all of his dough was comin in quick and n***as was steadin sankin
I ain't sayin takin n***as lives is worth a rock
But what I'm sayin is this n***a'z sewin up shop
Homies straight rollin
Bought himself a new f**in Beamer, but now the cops say its stolen
He put his Beamer up and bought a Benz
Stupid a** n***a, cause now they wanna know where ya got ya ends
Ya played yaself like a hoe
You went in bought some hoe sh**, and now ya stuck in some hoe sh**
I hooked you up in the first place
But then you fronted to pay me back n***a front on this dope case
Yo where ya get the money at?
They wanna know but you won't tell em you been slangin all that f**in crack
Well I'mma pay that n***a to f** your a**
Hell yeah, I'm plottin on yo dick in a booty a**
n***a got f**ed tryin ta f** me
Cause you can't f** the king of f**in motherf**ers G
I put em out like a chess piece
You don't believe me, well bring ya nuts n***a, come try ta test me
And I'mma bring ya heat from the streets
And do my best to leave ya f**ed on the concrete
I'm breakin n***as off G
But I don't f** you if you don't try ta f** me