its a must that i bust any strap you hand to me its inherited it runs in the
Family n***a in the town got pounds of beef threaten a n***as life make it
Sound so sweet i peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem make em sound
Like a who*e on the job with a mak in the back pak hittin em off.
(b**h betta have my money, b**h where my money?)
Sicmade till i die sh** nobody saw so i was able to wipe the bllod off the hall
Way walls i aint got nothing to live for cant even trust a b**h might have to
Leave her alone i had to dig a ditch sh** so rigoris dillin with
Haters,snitches,and b**hes get there brains gone find a new home, one life is
Gone and im on one check the clock and if these walls could talk mothaf**as
Would be shot im bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by like to too
Short i keep it going shootin up force who in the sport wanna f** with me cum
On the courts rippin out insides puttin stains on thangs thats when i ripin
Ride and i slipn slide throught the gardens with a bloody t-shirt it wont hurt
Look at it this way 6 ft deep in the dirt wont hurt flirtin with murda i leave
Em un heard of and im sick of your period pads drippin all over your hands
Getting in the back seat of the truck its your choice dead or alive smuthered
And fried the way you betta
Uncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crime
Thro up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g n***as
Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall like micheal always perinoid
Cause i be blowin out that nitro all day everyday murder spray got you in glad
Bags headed frothe pad you can ask my dad i was a scanvenger 14 yrs old eating
Scabs graduated from n***a meat but i dont wanna brag f** jeffery dohmer hes a
Mothaf**n f*g i got n***a nuts and guts in a bag draggin them to the pad.
(zip lock,body bag,toe tag,wet t-shirt,black mask)2x
(corpse came to dinner)repeat chorus 4 more x
f** under the influence im hella f**ed up swervin down the freeway spillin my
Cup tryin to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he aint sh** he bout
To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never know whatever though i
Got automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got against me dont you know i
Rip n***as up turn them to minced meat so if you got some since beat it like
Raw eggs i used to have hella homies now they all hate but imma leave it alone
Im on my own like a voodoo n***a if a n***a wanted to get ate what would you do
n***a i was too cool with a group of n***as and they tripped on me gave em a
Little nit of fame then they dipped on me but you know its all in the game tell
A crip hommie to hit em with a slug at they brain thats what you get from me
Crash dummie your careers defected and you aint sold a record last time i
Checked it you just keep knockn i fell disrespected now yo neck got
Disconnected by the lynch hung necklace ahh i leave emm red and dont eat the
Head let the tek spi
T and chop n***as down to the ground like judge dred comeing through the door
Looking just like the feds and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me f** her like she should be f**ed all in the bu*t with a 9 milli
Swallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes creepin from the back dont
Know how to act black blankets full of macs i usem as nut sacs and full body
Sacs bet not let yo daughter out end up in the slaughter house chockin and
Spittin chest open and bleedin and im f**ing her from the back and i hope that
You see about it.
Chorus