[Intro]
"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at"
[Verse 1]
n***as in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the f** is a fist fight
Picture me puttin n***as in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they a** in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your motherf**in life took
Cause I can't wait to be a n***as fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-a** nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave n***a
I'll have to kick it to the motherf**in grave digger
Yeah motherf**er you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope sh**, nope, your dopey-a** murdered
n***as'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a motherf**in body-bid
So you can take all that Rocky sh** home
Sylvester Stallone ain't sh** against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
For motherf**ers and punk-a** s**ers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
b**h I don't knock motherf**ers out, I'm knockin motherf**ers off
Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin n***as the runs
f**in clam put your fists down and go for your guns
[Interlude]
"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"
"So, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the crap out of me?" NO!
[Verse 2]
You punk-a** n***as better hop or chill
Cause my Glock can k** twenty motherf**ers with boxer sk**s
That's how I put a n***as head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a f** if you know Judo
Cause I'mma blow your motherf**in a** to Pluto
And when I blast the trey n***as pa** away
Put in the ground til your silly clown a** decay
So all you n***as with the jokes
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks.
Cause n***a you don't want the nine to go (boom)
n***as like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you s**er ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another motherf**er bucked
Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin motherf**ers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K
My way is R.I.P., n***as are D.O.A
Dead on Arrival
So n***a you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the Mak-11
And those are real shots on the motherf**in track 7
I ain't kickin n***as buns
If it's a b**h I'mma wetta you better go for your guns
[Interlude]
"Yo wa**up, what the f** is up now man?
What?
Where my money at man?
Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you
Aww man you act like you wanna fight
What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*
[Verse 3]
Rollin up on n***as wearin wigs
Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherf**in pigs
Kool G Rap's a bad decision
f** front page I'm puttin n***as on television
I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart motherf**er when I blow it out
Straight out your back
Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squooshed up
So motherf**er be a learner
Cause I can't hit or wrestle a n***as without pullin out my burner
So when a motherf**er want to fight
You f** around with G and you'll be fightin d**h tonight
So you don't wanna get loose G
Cause I'm givin more flat lines to n***as than loose-leaf
So come on Bruce Lee
Yo I'mma show you who the motherf**er is with all the juice G
So if you wanna intimidate
A n***a like me, great, will make your f**in head disinigrate
I'm sendin n***as to Bedrock
Look out for the red dot
Or get your motherf**in head shot
n***as are dialin 911
Huh, you little b**h n***as go for your guns