Geah, make a move y`all, which part you wan` lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I`m back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I`m tougher than leather ni**a, I cannot bruise

Who wanna try a ni**a?
Hard to the God, come and butterfly a ni**a
(Hold that)
Ooze on out
(Uh, huh)
Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out

I`m that s**t that great Mario [unverified] `bout
Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor
Shells in the sandbox, ni**az with big Glocks
Late night, movin` that junk like Redd Fox

Now, you don`t want nothin` about me
(Nah)
You pussy, ni**a come f**k with the Alkie
Weed smokin`, keep the cancer piece on it
(Yeah)
Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it
(C`mere bitch)

Mack daddy
(No)
Pimp daddy
(No)
Hammer c**ked
(Yeah)
Let that go

I ain`t heard s**t in a long, long time
To even f**k around with either one of my rhymes
(Sheek Louch)
Ni**az still livin` off the petty ass crimes

The Hossa [unverified] hater, Lacoste gator
Levi`s, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter
What up street ni**az? Hold heat ni**az
F**k sweet ni**az, you`ll get beat ni**az
(Yeah)

Now who out there wanna f**k around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me
(I`m talkin `bout murder)

Now who out there wanna f**k around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

C`mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c`mon
Yeah, c`mon, yeah, c`mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo

Yo listen here, you ain`t dead if your heart ain`t stop
Twin 40`s, you ain`t gotta ask, "Are they c**ked?"
I`m so sharp I could come through and scar they block
Late night, red linin` in an R.A. drop

And I`m only tuckin` them until I shoot ya
When I pull `em out that`s when I`m f**kin` with your future
You gon` realize this is nothin` that you`re used to
Get your life taken by a booster
Then we gon` hang the noose up

It`s all over with
(Yeah)
All they found was his Louis scarf
With his DNA all over it
(Mm)

Who`s choosin` and pickin` them
(Who?)
`Cause I`m sick of them
Not followin` the curriculum
(Yeah)
It`s my s**t and I`m evictin` them
(Get out)
Whoever feel like they ain`t gotta leave, I`m rippin` them

Even though the love`s frail, the thug`s real
All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail
Much harder fightin` when the battle is uphill
Whatever the knife can`t handle the slug will

Keep a good lawyer that`s smart work on cases
Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon` chase us
(Run)
In case I gotta put some artwork on faces
If we leave the game for God they gon` [unverified] us
My suggestion, is that you don`t even test, son
Unless you wanna catch a fresh one

Now who out there wanna f**k around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me
(I`m talkin `bout murder)

Now who out there wanna f**k around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck 50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let`s go