Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo! Uh! I'm not to be f**ed with It ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure It ain't nothing but another n***a put on a stretcher With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste 'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time So I gave it to him in his chest In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, yes Ain't a whole lot to braking a n***a down fast They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that a** Y'all p**y n***as think y'all sweet But ain't a f**in thing going down til I eat So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth 'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out On that a** with a blast that'll make ya sh** drop out Popped out, through a you know what Cuz you know why, and you know my Motherf**in name up in this game And b**h, you know I Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms New York n***as do, f** the perms