Uh, yeah, mmmm
William H., n***as
Holla, yeah, yo
That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pa**
I squeeze first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I N F R A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave n***as confused from the day to the night
At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'Case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up close to sin
Thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he
Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke motherf**ers
That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pa**
I squeeze first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
I said, thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he
Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he
Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke n***as
That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pa**
I squeeze first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
Y'all don't understand
I said, thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he
Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke n***as
That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pa**
I squeeze first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Coke distribute be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, sh** my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y'all get the f** outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child f** it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
sh** it was either that or be livin' wit' Elvis
n***as is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
'Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin' her drama
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay
I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery
Damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
Ahh, sh** man
Young Hova ya heard?
Who could f** wit' him?