It's a motherfuckin' shame, every time I look at the goddamn news or read a motherfuckin' paperSome motherfuckin' bitch and nigga tryna *** gangsta rapBut uh, check this * out, gangsta rappers here to motherfuckin' stayAll you hoes and bitches out there tryna put a bag on this **, this * is here to motherfuckin' stayComin' up out of the cut, I'm breakin' them off for this 9-5-G bagComin' up out of that Mustang, don't I let these nuts hangCannibalistic flow, snatchin' your neck offGrabbin' the fuckin' tech, lettin' this bitch takin' your chest offWalk a fire, nigga, with the quickness pissin' on race lightsMagnify your heart with this beam, and stop it like a streetlightWe go, motherfuckers, kickin' up dust, droppin' that bomb *Locked, cocked on your block, ready to rock it, all-time bitch, I sackSEC, be that clique, dredgin' half, fellin' in prideAKB, the OC, you can't see, we punk, punkThat half-acle havin' crazy, motherfuckerBewitched and brain-dead, leavin' you headless, motherfuckerThe original flowFrom the block, ready to pop and drop, rock on cockFelonies, the locusts, as I focus like a mugshotHot like pot, nah, * that, like boilin' lavaI'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I salavaHop, tuck in your eyebrow, I call off shots for the GNCNigga, just close your eyes, cause you ain't seein' me5-8, 7-15, bullet up, go stillPissin' in the cup, and I'm not givin' a *It's on *, Oliver Stoney, made colorsGettin' paid off, gangbang, and I want my moneyMotherfucker, I'ma * ya* this, motherfucker, I'ma * yaLike a chicken and cut your head offHousin' with a hundred thousand, ready to let offGo to the pen, I'll make ends, that was my optionNow R.A.P. gon' put me up, like adoptionI'm shoppin' for prangs and things, so Mark's jetI'm addictive, like double nicotine and cigarettesBrick, let's take this demon to the headLoke, you're scared, loke, I'm at my fuckin' last boatAnd even these fuckers dead brokeAsk me to rap on the track and bullet, loke, gon' come sickCause at the end of the world, it's gon' be gangstersCockroaches and sherms thingsHeadbags in the house, hoAnd you playin' haters, can't stop this gangster *You know I'm shittin'?Step up, step up, I'm gas bigAs I move yourself, yourself has medicated cottonCause I put my foot up your ass before your basketsOr even before you're thinkin' about fartin'So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?I'm livin' my death, but you bustin' in your marksNo, I just don't trust, so what you sayin'?So what you sayin'? I'm livin' my death, but you bustin' in your marksNo, I just don't trustBack on that flow, don't you knowIt's that prod from that squadKickin' up in that dust as I bust, as I mobMetamorphosized from that BG to OGAll I see is G's, but you busters can't see meSmokin' motherfuckers, so they body the coldI'm kickin' up on your ass till you crumblin' foesI'm rollin' groups on them balls, droppin' six to them foesMakin' records, goin' gold, that's my story in foesYou try to break me, but you broke, as I spoke, lokeSuckers ate the guts, no, I'm not a suckerHave to peel your cap like a cantaloupeYou think it's settled when we knuckle upI got insane like Saddam, and wreck your posse with my finger, *503 to um, here it comes one more timePistol rip, pump, when I'm packin' up mineY'all don't wanna do nothin', I'ma keep on bustin'Whizzyin' is like the squawkin' zap in your assIt's your crop, G's need to ease on backI'll get your cap and they nap backI spayed your ass with a gauge and leave you days for daysSo why must you drive my G-flow?That's part of your way, so why must you drive my G-flow?I got your ass up like Pujo and I got aHalloween for the gapposDefinitely countin' it in your ass like a rapSo respect me, the young P-R-O-TI'll be that nigga that killed you for 1990 GI taste two to your chum, motherfucker, you slipI take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lipNigga, I chew figure like a bitch, I let you get awayWestside CPT, G's that don't playI toast that CPT, yup, plays up the bluntThen I step back and sit stillMy fuckin' cup, my nigga birdGot my back when we squirt rock, toe-to-toeDon't you know, surprise, it comes to left-flopYou get the steel-toe boot, to your chinYou can't land, oops, it spits out your front toothNow you squirm like a worm in the dirtYou get hurt, motherfucker, cause we puts in much workYou look up to see the barrel of my * strapPlayer, it's up as you're ready for a long napI hit your block cause I don't careLet the clock go tick-tock and I hit you with whipSo what you sayin', so what you sayin'?I'm not my dad, but you better than your mom'sNo, I just don't trustSo what you sayin', so what you sayin'?I'm not my dad, but you better than your mom'sNo, I just don't trustI heard niggas had beef with SECAnd he was headed for the ever-landed assBranded with NorthFrom Middletown, A called me, said leave him with techNon-releases, torches, ports, then piss out the piecesNigga wasn't witty, nor fuckin' worthyCause he had beefs with air banks, bought SpiceWhen they tried to hide in JerseyThat was the wrong fuckin' moveThe wrong alley to think the murder squad only had connections in CaliYes, with the murder, I said it flexedWest Coast to East Coast quicker than Federal ExpressCause we strapped and we don't lack for the whackThe teeth to the heart, to the ease, to the ace, to the teeth, to the ace, it's backBreak your stuff, it's your killer, make wayWhile I spray murder squads when I climbMy hood is the bay, nine block upReady to pop, I'll stopI'll go to rank high and I five out topRetaliation a mustRetaliation a mustRetaliation a mustBust a blastRetaliation a blank gun in hand with my maskCan't stop me, I'm sick, and I give some *See a nigga slippin', ain't my *, then I bustBreak your stuff once again, it's allI'm takin' off, a punk, drug onHead up, I want murder squadGangsta may beat, beat the *Murder squad, gangsta's fun life, and we sickNiggas play, I hate ya, but they're naughty by natureAin't ya got these niggas on the run?So let's go get the gunsTake any *, take any richesPick this, if a nigga can't sew up your spotI'm leavin' your * up in stitchesGotta decapitate motherfuckersCan't see me like Ray Charles, kill them allStick an eye pickin' your * and have your cockStabbin' up * like O.J.Shoot him up with a motherfuckin' AKIt's that nigga from the East BankKillin' our * when the gas breakMotherfuckin' hustler, fucker busterHappen to be makin' a nigga fryLet's all dieI'm burnin' up some niggas' car canineWith the infrared up on them netsack, manBlah, blahWith the infrared up on them throats, manGo blah, blahStep off, step off, my gas niggasI'm on your sideOff your soft-ass medicated conCause I put my foot off your assBefore your caskets are even madeOr your tank ain't by farSo what you sayin'?So what you sayin'?I'm dead in my gutBut you buttholes in your mouthNo, I just don't trustSo what you sayin'?So what you sayin'?I'm dead in my gutBut you buttholes in your mouth