Son of a b***h got my name in their mouth I knock their women down and leave my drawers at their house Better not run up on Big Mo, need to do it alone Stangin' and swangin' on a b***h, what's broad jawn? Motorola, Benjamin Fuller, slab holder Question this mother b***h, the size of a polar bear I swear, you better beware, I'ma let it go Even if I splice in your hair Life is hard but it's fair, ain't nothin' for free But them b***hs ain't takin' nothin' from me Cuz I'm a mask, I'm a cast Get it, f*** out, I go, don't knock it, put it under the mask I'm still gangsta, man, you better feel that Ain't nobody wreckin' a shopper Feel that, get your wig, peel back, pelt My admittance, they outta mind How you livin'? You a fraud, you outta time Daytime streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Daytime streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cop Little Rock streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Daytime streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cop I'm a city soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cop Gonna be dumpin' on a son of a b***h, body wiggle a lot Don't come around here with no ass, f***in' around Pull out the jaws of life and snatch your dong, move off your neck Tell my people when I call, collect my bond, money under my bed Then I'ma jump on with a touchdown and keep ringin' it to their head Hell nah, I ain't never been scared of anything except myself Cuz I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself Me and the king of the killer clan of Disco Danny From the t***, lil' kitchen spit your oatments in your Arriva D'Arcee Blue and gray or red and black, ain't no still trippin' cuz we dyin' Leavin' a trail of bloody murder through your city and through your time Tell me, who would you run to? Would you walk up like a woman or pull a gun, fool? Ain't no time for decision-making, we ain't havin' none of that riff-raff I'ma come down and open you up just like a gasket Downtown streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Little Rock streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock Downtown streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Downtown streets, turn dive Soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock We got bars and stripes, bar and sprites Polite on mics, the type of cats that keep rods on pipe With they jaws on extra tight and they extra hype Blood on their shakers and they crawls ignitin' We gon' fan the fire, fuel the flames Get them brains, get the gangsta, we off the chain Who run trains till they off the track? Wolfpack, up in Playboy Mansion I help on his bunnies' back, we got money stacked Arms and lacks, bombs and gags For any Tom, Dick, Harry or Jack Who wanna know where our hearts be at? Come hear the clickety-clack Rockabye, baby, baby, back, back We can do it like this, I dig you do it like that Crack your head, smile, hit your skull Capt. O, snap a photo for your folks Enclose your favorite pack of smokes, cheetah We ain't no jokers, cut throats down sockets Downtown streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Term dive, soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock Detroit streets, it be too hot Get your Glock, it don't stop Unless you're on a copper, bury your flag Term dive, soldiers on the block, it don't stop Better be quick to give your pistol a cock