Pshhhh pshhhh
Uhh
[repeat 3x]
[Verse 1]
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e
Listened to his tape, this lilī nigga used to sound like cake
Maybe Iīm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped
What I see is straight bug, straight girl
Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs
Rather look at the facts not the hype
Like who got shot and who got knifed
Who keep gettin struck, but donīt neva strike
Hope the beef go away but the feds indict
I know yo card nigga, itīs so clear
You juss wanna sell record you donīt want warfare
You donīt wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
These niggaz wouldīve died if they shot me nine times
Heyy itīs juss for the best
Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it
[Hook]
And there go the shots stay rippin īem apart
Cuz itīs a blood comin outta his slum
Itīs murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losinī their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while Iīm gone, is what underneath feels like
Itīs my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
[Verse 2]
You ainīt kill humma īcause if you did
Why you ainīt get the pen after all of that hit
You know I know, that if you live
That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody
Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
Yoo pacīs a nigga, nobody got shot
Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what
Okay okay killa youīsa slut
Think about it, enoughs enoughs
Iīm tryna show īem whoes who
And what is what
I mean how can I respect you
When them niggaz that left you ainīt none of īem blessed you
(not nobody)
You know where they are, where they perform
Bust yo gun, stop makin songs
Please no more ghetto quran
You got money now itīs time to bomb
And thatīs juss fo the top
Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it
And there go the shots stay rippin īem apart [2x]
Cuz itīs a blood comin outta his slum
[Verse 3]
Death of perfection as I move witout motion
Ainīt no nigga in his game doin the shit that Iīm quotinī
Take a good look īcause youīll neva a see enought of me
Might be sum otha gīs tryna trace n color me
But I believe in the ways of old
Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po
That shouldnīt excist, fuckin snitch
Cut of his dick, put it on his lips
You really think I was gonī let you slide
Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind
You really think jail was gonī make thinks right
Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life
I was mindinī my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po
I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go
I ainīt lyin this is the mob
You got yo break come finish yo job
Juss donīt get the feds involved
And Iīmma reunite you wit yo moms
Rip
I guess this ainīt juss music
Cuz jail only made me much moī ruthless (nigga)
And the bitch nigga knew this
Thatīs why he tryed to sign me to g-unit
Tell īem how you made me offers
(I donīt want that blood Iīmma godfather)
Jumped on every street corner
Hurts yo heart that you donīt get that honor
The feds I paid fo that
10 years up top
I sell īem much shop
Both of ya was blood
Took the bus wit cuz
Want gun fo gun
I earned my lug
You, you juss pathetic
You neva bg, bespite yo average
Take this mob shit serioue, you gonī respect it
Thaīs juss fo the record
[Hook]
And there go the shots stay rippin īem apart
Cuz itīs a blood comin outta his slum
Itīs murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losinī their life
When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night
pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while Iīm gone, is what underneath feels like
Itīs my work by the surf when they turn off the light
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