[Intro]
Back on my sh**,Back on my sh**
Slap a n***a silly
Back on my sh**,Back on my sh**
Slap a n***a silly and robbing motherf**ers when I catch em in my city
[Break]
Maurice is the n***a you used to run from
Maurice is the n***a you used to run from
[Verse 1]
Maurice is the n***a you used to run from
Now I hear you dumb dumbs out here talking my sh**
Like you talk with a lisp
It don't sound right coming off of your lips
Cause my n***a you a b**h
Heard you got a little gun now
And you got a small circle that you run now
Well let me give your tough a** here the run down
I will spill your brains into this motherf**ing V.I.P
Cause you a b**h and you always will be
You posers k** me
Talking that gangsta sh**
And You ain't never got real in your life
Ain't never made the blood spill in your life
You got a couple shaky stories only you can back up
Hit the hood homes and see the record I racked up
Maurcio Rivera, no middle initial, ch-check the sheriffs website I had issues
Black heart homes, no tears, no tissues
I wouldn't give a f** who, out there miss you
This song here ain't designed to diss you
It's a warning shot, to get back in your place
Before I get back on my sh**, Slap a n***a silly
And robbin motherf**ers when I catch em in my city
Cause I don't give a f** about the pen
And I could care less about d**h that don't stop my breathe
I breathe through the city lights
My soul permeate the air of the city nights
I'm a god , and you a façade telling fake sh** to the people
Talking out yo a** like you my motherf**ing equal
And that's gone get you k**ed,Yes my n***a it is that real
So unless you can swallow that deal
You bet I'll have your a** right back on that Hollywood sh** you b**h
Bet I'll have your a** right back on that Hollywood sh** you b**h
Bet I'll have your a** right back on that Hollywood sh** you b**h