[Intro:]
Lights out in this b**h
Sit your a** in that chair
You ain't goin' nowhere n***a
[gun co*ks] Got this heater ready
Will even crack ya a** over tha head witta bottle
Whatever the f** we gotta do to let you know..
[Verse 1:]
That ain't no n***a sicker then me
I'm as sick as can be
They get offended when I'm rippin' tha beat
You can't get dough quicker then me
Cause in particularly
I get figures like I'm flippin' some D[?]
I don't know whatchu claim but I'm pro wit' the aim
n***a the Crooked'll put a whole in ya brain
Stick pole in ya dame make her strow witta caine(sp?)
Notorious label and d**h Row is tha name, huh
Money and power and I devour cowards
Wit' bullets that come in a thousands miles and hour
How's about get tha [?] wit' tha shower
Witcha house wit' bullets that might knock down towers
[?]
Punk motherf**ers wanna f** wit' me
Get wild, get drawn then I shoot ya team
n***az gettin' slumped uncomfortably
Get a slug for free, I got a thug degree
In ya motherf**in' faces witta' bumper bee
k**a enemy, in any vicinity
Wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company (Tha Row!)
You n***az can't f** wit' that
Rubbin' ya guns but where you bustas at?
Pull up at the club and get out the truck wit' gats
d**h Row's Back now what's up wit' that?
[Chorus: x2]
You can do what you want but can't stop this here
We got n***az on the block in fear
Some gangsta sh** is about to drop this year
Our rise to the top is near
You been waitin' around for that West Coast sh**
Ghetto a** out from the d**h Row clique
If you a hustler then check yo crip
If you a hater then you can s** a dick..
[Outro:]
s** A Dick...