Uh, yeah, mmmm
William h. n***as
Holla, yeah, yo
Hook:
That's why i, squeeze first ask quesions 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
[jigga]
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
Hook
[jigga]
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
Hook
[jigga]
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
Hook
[jigga]
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 ghostes 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 aint 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?