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