It`s so incredible

Ace

You ain`t comin` round here
Talkin` all that s**t
Talkin` `bout you get all them bricks
I`m a have to come round your way
Ni**a I`m real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I don`t know where you lay
Betta act right fo` I get uptight
Act up I`m a let the automatic spray

(Get `em)
Boy, there ya go
(Get `em)
Boy, there ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Boy, there you go

Hol` up with it, Khaled
Don`t let me get `em
Gun c**ked, where his cheerin`?
No talk, time to get him
Fake ni**as gon` make me kill him

Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact I`m a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it`s winter
Ni**a holla back, I`m gutta, I done told ya that

Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin` them slabs of crack
See ni**a you a lie like Pac is back
Man you ni**as all crap

And you homies won`t last
`Til your somethin` like paper tags
Don`t make me slide the mask
To save from blast, get his ass

You ain`t comin` round here
Talkin` all that s**t
Talkin` `bout you get all them bricks
I`m a have to come round your way
Ni**a I`m real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I don`t know where you lay
Betta act right fo` I get uptight
Act up I`m a let the automatic spray

Now let me get `em
When I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face
Tell `em gimme that K

F**k ni**as and they really don`t think
That I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K then we leave em and we find
`em in a couple of days

Pussy ni**as know where you lay
Actin` like I don`t know where you stay
Runnin` at ya mouth man, ya ni**a`s too fake
Tellin` all the ni**as that you move them thangs, what?

Y`ain`t `bout that lie. huh? Y`ain`t got no stride, naw
You`nt really grind, leave em in the streets
`Til the D boys find `em, dumb ni**as
And they huggin` on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon` g-g-get `em

You ain`t comin` round here
Talkin` all that s**t
Talkin` `bout you get all them bricks
I`m a have to come round your way
Ni**a I`m real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I don`t know where you lay
Betta act right fo` I get uptight
Act up I`m a let the automatic spray

Now who am I? Mothaf**kas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that it`s over
Big holes in ya body like coasters

Creep, creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they callin` me folgers
But still creep in Adidas with the heaters, millimeters

Wanna see where yo family at pop
Pop just call me ace
Slump ni**as, I`m a call you dead
Click clack now ya T-shirt red

Hand `em an tampon, no batteries included know that
The clip be hands on, it`ll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get `em)

You ain`t comin` round here
Talkin` all that s**t
Talkin` `bout you get all them bricks
I`m a have to come round your way
Ni**a I`m real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I don`t know where you lay
Betta act right fo` I get uptight
Act up I`m a let the automatic spray