| (feat. Soopafly) | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| Shut up nigga. Pass that muthafuckin weed | |
| Let's go ride on this nigga homie, cuz | |
| There go one right there loc | |
| Get that nigga | |
| Bring your muthafuckin ass, NIGGA! | |
| I knew I was gonna have a whole lot of drama | |
| After the first baby mama | |
| Rob four all the titty member how they did beloved mama | |
| Killed the bitch (?) come back from the dead with flies in ya mouth | |
| Buried the body, sold the house, then I fly down south | |
| My family don't understand me | |
| Killed them and me | |
| Punchin holes in the wall forgot a ran and nose candy | |
| We cold-hearted and strong, you heartless and wrong | |
| And I'm sniffin in shit tell the cartilage is gone | |
| I'm the stone cold heavyweight that'll bait you in | |
| Put you down with my team fool, and make you win | |
| I laid the Cut with mouth shut 47 sprayed | |
| Prepare for the outcome and pray for my prey | |
| Then we getting shotty kill a bitin nigga with Young Gotti | |
| Then we eat a pork chop meal and we all dead body | |
| With extra gravy nigga, bottles said he couldn't save me nigga | |
| Ya man done tried to grab the gun and made me killa, yeah! | |
| [Chorus x2: Jayo] | |
| Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga | |
| I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga | |
| Put some bitches all in to work that nigga | |
| Take my .38 special and red shirt that nigga | |
| [Soopafly] | |
| Niggas better step the fuck back I'm ready for war | |
| Napalm bomb strickin close range I'm raw | |
| You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par | |
| I teach y'all the Soopafly ways of the law | |
| Let me shimmy shake rock whether you like it or not | |
| You lay up with hoes I make a bitch sleep on a cot | |
| Top of the chart, the underground straight from the pound | |
| I bust by round by round by round and round | |
| I'm in concert for servin niggas get yo ticket | |
| I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket | |
| Watch out, I stick like stuck-o | |
| Make 'em say "uh oh" | |
| Motto is to trust no bitch you let the mutt go | |
| Yo, I stay crackin, shut yo trap black and stay back in | |
| Yo I break 'em you rack 'em | |
| Bitches, I mack 'em | |
| Bit game, I'm gonna teach you latnum | |
| Niggas talk shit I put on my dance shoes and tap 'em | |
| Niggas get broked up crapped out | |
| Bent over with your backs out | |
| I circle like a track route | |
| I screw more niggas than a frat house | |
| Joined to camp to step up to get stepped, Yo | |
| [3rd line changes to bitches 2nd time] | [Chorus x2: Soopafly] |
| Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga | |
| I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga | |
| I send some hoes, man, to work that nigga | |
| Pull out the .4-5 special and red shirt that nigga | |
| [Bridge: ??] | |
| Some niggas come right some niggas come wrong | |
| We can (?) until the dawn | |
| On and on and on and on | |
| Blast until the breath is gone | |
| [Soopafly] | |
| If it's death that you want it's death that you gettin | |
| Good life and good riddins, get them wigs to splittin | |
| I measure niggas for they casket fits | |
| Past tenants get erased off the face of the earth | |
| Killin for turf | |
| The "Cha cha" give it up quick | |
| Double up, I double my grip | |
| Quicker than set trip | |
| Get wet tip of my tech rips ya neck | |
| Gents fall it hit y'all | |
| Like six draw, leavin bullets on the wall | |
| [Jayo Felony] | |
| Try to set me up and blast me | |
| Couldn't get past me | |
| I heard someone shot 'im up with body acid, nasty | |
| Talk shit but you ran, nigga you shook wit it | |
| I take the RI Saprano and shoot you wit it | |
| Killa, I spit this shit fo' real, nigga get back | |
| No more eattin egg yolk I put sick to the six pack | |
| I'm harder than the hardest hardcore nigga get ya shit right | |
| Or get your project bricks clipped tonight, bitch | |
| [Chorus: Jayo] | |
| Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga | |
| I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga | |
| Put some bitches all in to work that nigga | |
| Take my .38 special and red shirt that nigga | |
| [Chorus: Soopafly] | |
| Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga | |
| I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga | |
| I'll send some hoes over to work that nigga | |
| Pull out the .4-5 special and red shirt that nigga |
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