Call me psychotive but I'm bad ni**a yo
And I'ma do ya bad black
And when I come I'm busting up niggas to hear me black
Ya should of never let a ni**a see
If there was niggas and b**ches and b**ches and niggas that hated me
Huh I waited for my date to come-of-age
And now I'm of-age I can't escape the f**king front page
So I guess that ni**a D is up to hit again
I kicks the funky sh*t and coke and stupid like I'm Gilligan
I'm P supposed to hit a lick for a jack
The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas coming back
Ni**a looking for they sh*t aggravated and pissed
Niggas they can't f**k with my clique
I'm here to break 'em off for chunk
A D E A T H L Y a motherf**king punk
And I be rolling with the brass
Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood
He break your neck to roll a pass ni**a
Don't even stop to say"Whattup" 'cos I bust for the f**k
And pay some quick to light a motherf**ker 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
Ni**a I ain't the one to take no b******t
'Cos see a ni**a like the D
Is game to empty out the full clip
So when I come for ya act like ya know
Sitting motherf**king smooth to the curb but you don't hear Doe
I'ma bring ya to ya asshole(Uh)
Do it like the G-to-O(Yeah)
Busting on that a** but still I see
That you don't hear me doe(But you don't hear me doe)
Bring ya to ya asshole(Uh)
Do it like the G-to-O(Yeah)
Bustin on that a** but still I see
That you don't hear me doe
It's time to f**k em up here it comes blast ni**a
Thump to your chest and they coming out your a** ni**a
I grew apart living my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me doe
So I'ma serve it to ya fat hit the deck mate
Hit the deck mate call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-um diverting nine Tre-9 full Glock Glock
My Glock making sounds and it don't stop
So ni**a pass the swisha quick
And I'ma blaze till the motherf**ker burn me off my fingertips
'Cos see a ni**a gotta say high
I try to smoke till I can't smoke and then I won't smoke
But still I got my fingers on my sh*t
And click click click ya die die die ya dead b**ch
You tried to test the wrong ni**a be a tested
Straight from StPaul but clockin G's down in Texas
Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool
But I ain't the average motherf**ker
I do the sh*t that niggas won't do
Huh like pistol whip a woodie for his bank
Then after that I gate and grab his b**ch
And do the same thang
And I will pain up the asshole
Collecting grips on my drips as
I stroll but you don't hear me doe
I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (Uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah)
Busting on that a** but still I see
That you don't hear me doe(But you don't hear me doe)
Bring ya to ya asshole (Uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah)
Bustin on that a** but still I see
That you don't hear me doe
Ain't no mistaking what I'm bringing
You motherf**kers still ain't had enough
So I'ma continue to break you off for proper a** chunk
May it be nine may it be a gauge may it be a shank
Any way you come I'm in your motherf**kin sh*t mate
Huh a ni**a busting caps smoking fires
Quick to bring it to your a** and keep on going till your a** die
And it ain't no running down dem backstreets
'Cos I got slugs to catch 'em with
Carl Lewis on the track meet
Huh and still you wanna test a ni**a so
Audi 5 ni**a hate to see ya go but you don't hear me doe
I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (Uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah)
Busting on that a** but still I see
That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe)
Bring ya to ya asshole(Uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah)
Bustin on that a** but still I see
That you don't hear me doe
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