If you ain't street don't come around me
You a bobo you been going on a clown spree
Trying to imitate a g boy you could never be
False claiming got you turned into a casualty
We was good homie why you wanna hassle me
Oh you had seen I fucked yo bitch on balcony
Slid twice through the city now they after me
Bitch you gon need a whole army just to handle me
I'm something deadly when going on a murder spree
And if them people catch they gon throw the book at me
Called my cousin q you know he wit the shit
Hit me late last night said he had a lick
Bout 40 bricks 30 pounds and a lot cash
We hit the spot shot him once partner where the stash
Oh he playing hard still talking trash
Looked over to the left his girl was in a bag
See y'all bitches playing games we set the city on flames
Watch them police ass bitches down town giving names
Took a automatic gauge shot him dead in his brains
I'm not the blame I been feeling all kind of ways
Pray to God on my knees ask for better days
How can I live wit the shit I done
We used to rob drug dealers every day for fun
Knew you wasn't wit it seen it from the start
Yo momma cried when you died she died from broken heart
Went to your funeral so they can see
I'll get you hit in the streets if you play wit me
But I don't want no extra I just want my shit
So if come for the bread better give it up quick
And if you still got a problem I'm shoot you wit the stick