b*tch, you know we killers and my ni**as are the same
The way we stroll we gon' end up in the hall of fame
I told my ni**as check out for you, check out for the names
I told that b*tch I wanna fu*k, I ain't for all the games
Man, I ran up a dozen, that sh*t ain't take a week
fu*k it, bro