You know you done f**ed up right?
I got yo hoe.
I'm yo b**h n***a?
Aight.
(3x)
Back up off me, back up off me
When i step in this b**h i wanna hear you scream
Verse 1:
n***a hoe this
n***a what? n***a b**h that in fact
Bigga i ain't yo' motherf**in hoe or yo' motherf**in b**h
Betta yet let's sit where all the motherf**in k**ers sit
So i can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
n***a where the f** i come from, we call it love
n***a i'll never be caught in the back
n***a that's where all the pretty muthaf**az be sittin at
You know the b**hes that's scared to bust back
I f** wit drug dealers, n***a cap pealers
If i come to yo' town and you ain't got one
I'ma leave wit a million motherf**in k**ers
Tank soldiers, marchin, sh** talkin
If you want me to holla at ya dawg n***a start f**in barkin (barking)
If you bustas bust first, and i bag sh**
Or see a n***a with his hoe and you still talkin
b**h you came to the right clique
I'm the type of n***a i don't f** wit retaliation
n***a i'll step in this b**h and i'll start a pistol whippin session
Ya heard me?
Chorus:
Rowdy is the f** n***a
Bout it is the f** n***a
So what the f** you said?
f** you serv!
(repeat 3 times)
Back up off me, back up off me
When i step in this b**h i wanna hear you scream
(repeat 3 more times)
Verse 2:
I said i'm with no limit and y'all n***az hate me
I f** wit the hoez y'all wanna f** and y'all n***az sit
Around like some b**hes and talk about me
I f** the hoes y'all love to f**, now you ain't know that
Go head n***a dont be like no b**h n***a
Come on now talk about me; i'm a war n***a, battle ready
I'll step in the motherf**in ring n***a
You bad as f** come on and test me
Cutthroat drug dealer from st. louis to miami accept me
Why the f** y'all from the same place
And why the f** y'all gon' sweat me?
His daddy's car, his daddy's house
I know some pregnant hoes who got some better sh** to talk about
Big vi's told me k**ers don't talk
They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every f**in music shop
And now i'm bout to add mines
And i can see it in your heart you f**in hate my kind
Cause i f** wit the pound, cause i'm wit no limit
Cause i sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town
You best to be leavin n***a don't be mad, ease up clown
n***a dont make me lay it f**in down!
Chorus: repeat until fade