[Produced by Plu2o Nash]
[Intro]
- Yo, what's your name, young blood? What they call you?
- Well I got, I got, James, Jimmy or Byron Dean
- Yeah, I've been feeling that really JD swag lately
[Verse]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you n***as rest in peace
Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter n***as
I'm offin n***as, screaming off with n***as' heads
They all surrender, better call for n***as
Come at all you n***as heads, talk em off a ledge
I'm arguing with 'em, I'm done talking with 'em
I order coffins for 'em, call the coroner for 'em
Get a comforter for 'em, I did all you n***as' beds
I want all you n***as dead
You want oil n***a money, royalness and bread
Royalties instead of rollies for your boys, but loyalty is dead
[Bridge]
Now I'm only up again
Kick... kick a man while he's down
Looks dead; can't be safe to say it
Everybody's getting punished
Looking down to sell with you, how have you been?
Probably an undercover, had them undercovers with you
People buying and selling for you
I'll only sell with you if you're blind to sell
[Outro]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you n***as rest in peace
Rep my block, quick to draw on all you n***as if there's beef
Blow your spot, better pray to Lord this sh** don't hit the streets
Jimmy Dean