Chorus:
If I woulda caught'cha
I woulda brought'cha in the Calliope
And burnt'cha like a b**h, a straight b**h
Now if I woulda caught'cha
I woulda brought'cha in the Calliope
And burnt'cha like a b**h, a straight b**h
Now if I woulda caught'cha
Now n***a don't make me ups the big pistol
Blast my fella with the chucks
Don't make me ups the big pistol
Y'all know, Tec gives a f**
Don't make me ease up on the scene
It makes ya rowdy like Rod Piper
Ease up on the scene
And makes ya rowdy like Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
First Verse:
Now some of you n***as didn't think I'd be back, surprise
I'm bigger than a nuclear bomb
More dangerous than Saddam Hussein and they claim to be better
But I bet'cha when I touch the block it's gone turn hot
Into your s**a heart, don't start, I'M READY TO KILL ni**a
This is judgment day, AND I'M THE ONE YOU GOT'Z TO DEAL WITH ni**a
And it's on it's on, the playa hatin' done started
Try to leave a n***a for dead, but I served my five
I'm long departed and servin' 'em, so better get serious, I'm eatin' up
Told them lil' ones that don't like cookies that you better go eat 'em up
Get bucked up, get f**ed up, we got two sides to this sh**
This n***a don't take no shorts at all fool, I'm on the rise with this sh**
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Second Verse:
One day I learned that I could rap, even rock and roll, R and B
I learned to play with my voice just like Stevie
And I wonder, if I can bust down through them doors
I bust you in the head with my ba** guitar, look here
I fell off, had to do a little bit in the pen
But I'm back again, spinnin' the bin
With the Mac-10 twins
KILLIN' YA UP WITH THE PLAYA HATERS
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Third Verse:
Now can you feel me? This is real G
Eliminated
The problem before the problem got too big for me to handle
ATF heard about the scandal
Somebody told 'em bout the Mausberg with the pistol-grip handle
Retaliate for what they did to my n***a Randall
It's only natural that I leave your a** in front of Rhodes Tavern
Usin' the same pattern
I drive up, and let'cha have it
Banana clips, now there ya have it
Take one of mines, and I'm gonna take one of yours
But ain't no stoppin' to this drama, cuz I'm kickin' in doors
Everybody get on the floor cuz it's a murder don't mistake for a robbery
I came here to k**, f** the money
One fool thought he was smart, and made a break for the door
I act a donkey with that chopper he ain't runnin' no more
Bullet shells all over the place unidentified bodies
Cuz the chopper took off the face of some n***a who was rowdy, rowdy
sh** done hit the fan, situation is bout it, bout it
Keep my heat, can't let no n***a catch me without it
And I don't doubt it, if they catch yeah they might wet me
But it's plain to see, that y'all can't change me
Cuz I'ma go down bustin' holdin' up three, n***a what?
n***as, you n***as, you n***as
Some of you n***as, you n***as, you n***as
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
Rod Piper, Rod Piper, Rod Piper
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