[intro]
Yall n***as ain't bout sh**!!
Never have, not now, and never will be!!
f** you if you against Young Debo!!
f** you and your crew!! b*atch!!
[verse 1]
Pull up in all blue and black
Extendo clip on my f**ing gat
Aiming where your heart is
I call that sh** a heart attack
I'm a lineman, you a quarterback
Don't f** around and get sacked
All that bullsh** you been talking
Gone get your damn skull cracked
f** with me and get smoked
I ain't scared to pull that mack
Banana clips and AK's
Don't f** around and get splat
f** what yall talkin bout
I don't listen to chit-chat
So keep your mouth closed
Before your a** get whacked
The ruger on my f**in waist
The tech9 in my backpack
That weak sh** yall n***as on??
(HELL NAHH!!) I don't f** with that
(G SQUAD!!) we real k**as
We'll find out where you at
Cause if you wanna beef with me
(BOOM!!) lets go to war like Iraq
I'll shoot your a** 'bout 9 times
Like im tryna k** a f**in cat
I'll grab the L and buss the b**h
At anytime cause I stay strapped
sh** talking and sneak dissing
Will get your f**ing neck snapped
I'll blow off your f**in leg and
Leave your b**h a** handicap
40glock in my gucci belt
Versace shirt, that real sh**
f**in round wit them f** n***as
Gone get your b**h a** hit
b**h, its too late to run
These hollow tips come too quick
OG, no Master P
But you know Im bout it, bout it
All my n***as is real n***as
Your whole squad is counterfit
If snitchin was contagious
Then your whole squad gone get sick
Ion f** with these n***as
I only f** with my clique
I change clips like I change clothes
Im the wrong n***a to beef wit
Lord, please forgive me
For the sin I might commit
But if these haters keep talkin sh**
Imma let this muhhf**in choppa spit
I'll leave you in a pool of blood
Wit your muhhf**in skull split
If if anybody got a problem wit it
Imma hit they a** wit that drum stick