[ verse 1 ]
Ah sh**... I'm sick of n***as jumpin up with choppers
Runnin for your sh**, tryin to make another n***a stop ya
But it's on cause you up against a real n***a
I steal n***as and k** n***as, I'm the real n***a
You up against a muthaf**a with a quick temper
I'm a born k**er, in case you don't remember
I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it
Click-click, muthaf**as, can you get with it?
You ain't the n***a that you thought you was, fool
And now I'm after that a** on the cool
It's all about survival of the fittest
n***a, you shouldn'ta did this
And now I gots to handle my business
I got to get your a** up out the picture
I ain't the n***a you wanna f** with
Muthaf**a, I wouldn't bullsh** ya
Now look at what you stuck with
The last n***a in this muthaf**in world you shoulda f**ed with
I'm leavin n***as in bodybags
You shouldn'ta f**ed with the brad
You punk muthaf**a, I'm comin agg
[ verse 2 ]
Mr., mr. Scarface for the nine-trey
n***as packin nines, f** you, b**h, I pack an A. K.
Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this
S. A. Fool, and I'ma put you on your back, b**h
Ain't no half-steppin, I'm comin at you rough-like
Shootin to k** cause back in school I had enough fights
To never want to f** my knuckles up on a n***a's head
So you can sling em all you want but I be slingin leg
Cause like I said befo' I'm a muthaf**in dreadlock
Puttin fools in headlocks, givin n***as headshots
And everybody in your muthaf**in area
Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya
But I can give a muthaf** about your family
Because your family ain't my f**in family
You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha
n***a in black standin right here next to ya
I'm stoppin muthaf**as from breathin
Just gimme a reason and I'ma be squeezin
The trigger of this muthaf**in glock, pop-pop until you drop
>from these muthaf**in gunshots
And leave your whole f**in family sad
Don't f** with the brad, muthaf**a
Cause brad's comin agg
[ verse 3 ]
Where the co*ks**ers at, where the co*ks**ers at?
(Where they at? Where they at?) (there they go) at my gat
Cause I'm about to heat up like a vet
Chop sh** down on your set and then jet
And smash off in my soap box
Cause I'm down for the dirt and muthaf**as said it don't stop
Now which one of you hoes wanna f**
Make your way to your truck
I wanna see the way that you jump
Cause by the time you get your keys
I'm lettin loose, muthaf**a, lay em down, n***a, and get these
It ain't sh** for me to watch em fly
So die, muthaf**as, die, muthaf**as, die, die
I ain't no muthaf**in good guy, dog
And I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'all
I'm from the state of the muthaf**in gunslingers
Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger
So get your a** caught up in this gangsta sh**
And I'ma try my best to make it stank, you b**h
Plus you comin with that fake drag
You fallin dead on your a**, you muthaf**a
I'm comin agg