Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin' with the best

Jersey City, stand up

Patterson, stand up

Off top, just blaze Hold up nigga, slow up nigga

Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga

Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga

Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga

Guess what y'all? I know magic

I could make your pulse disappear and no hat trick Death threats, it ain't phase me

When I bring the T Mac through the rucker y'all, it ain't tracy

Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga

So keep talkin' bout your wrists froze up nigga

You might see thirty whips roll up nigga We be at the pawn shop givin' your rol' up nigga

Just wanted to make that known, you seen New Jersey drive

Round here, leave that Maybach home

Before we tick that homes, we be on y'all jerks

You'll find out the hard way if your on star works, 'cause I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun 'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga

Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga

That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz

How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga? Return and die dog, if I start clappin' in your crib

Nah I ain't tryin' to turn the lights off

Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape

Be like Jared, subways made him lose his weight, but look

I'm bout gettin' money for all races

Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces Wait, make sure you heard right, woulda been put the hit out

But I ain't tryin' to get my third strike

Lace up nigga, say what nigga?

Your Maybelline raps that you make up nigga

Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga

For all my locked down and my cased up niggaz, 'cause I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun Who's that nigga? New cat nigga

Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga

Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga

Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz First hand with a three eighty kickback

Brains on your lap dog, babysit that

Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now

I'm Omar Epps, who got the juice now?

Street love nigga, G's up nigga

You lookin' for a loan on your re up nigga Haters might wanna put hollows in ya

When you're young black spendin' like a lotto winner y'know

I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake

When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin' bout London cake

I can serve it to you uncut or somethin' baked

Hope you ready for me folks, 'cause I'm comin' your way, 'cause I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun