My all freezy, dope on the TV especially out the GT You to me, you best to be holdin somethin too Least you can say, you let somethin fly somethin flew
These niggaz get hit and they lawyer And try to sue you, a bitch nigga for ya I'm like Mayoga and De La Hoya, I saw ya Man, niggaz'll stack nines for Cola
Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow Him got 14 karats, carrots and gold Why say somethin my name? Don't jump out the window, it's safer out a plane
I can't my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain If she put her mind to it she could out a vein You want a lead shower, stay the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't aim
You get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're Keep it and ready to pop
The man no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born drop or get lead in your knot I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still ridin with my chrome Here it comes, or not
Yeah, yeah, my shooter's 16 from the projects Glock-16 with the complex I'm in and out the projects, my pleasant You live life like a barbaric peasant
Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig Fuck the pigs on the street, they all off a nigga And when rappers get shot They ain't gangsta, they turn corporate niggaz
You die if rated R If it's PG-13 you leave a scar R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to They got money cooked, buy me the Apollo
These model hoes swallow, I buy bottle is M.O.B. nigga? That's my motto These rappers ain't kings, they And got dust bunnies on guns
You don't get a warnin, there's no up when it's on Here it comes, or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're Keep it cocked and to pop
The man makes no mistakes, been on since the day I was born Stop drop or get lead in your I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still around with my chrome it comes, ready or not
I God spent a lil' extra time on me Pop planted a seed, my mom ain't see I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', ain't no money
My talents are blood deep, you take those from me And my sense of humor's shot, I don't jokes funny My rolls with my bullet holes Givin me a eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
The hip-hop cops my Suburban they can find a pistol on him when they search him I'm icier in person, like me when I'm cursin So here's a version, you only heard me urban
If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's Right through your curtain, don't stop you murk him Mechanical workin, handle's jerkin' pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him
You don't get a warnin, no heads up when it's on it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and gone it cocked and ready to pop
The man makes no mistakes, it's been on the day I was born Stop drop or get lead in knot I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still around with my chrome Here it comes, or not