(Hook)
Punk Mothaf**a (Shut your mouth)
Some punk mothaf**a's wanna f** with me
Lotta punk mothaf**a's try to f** with me
East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh)
(Verse 1)
Every damn night I fight with my nightmares,No defense Rockin offense
All ya mothaf**a's hate on me But do you heard what I give ?
Nothin I ain't givin sh** for your a**,We high but you n***as never gonna learn
Lemme tell what I got in my heart,Just a hate back
f** ya'll Lotta mothaf**a's scared to holla back
My block bumpin Teasers lasers You better run back
Oh i can't make it chronic ? f** this,At least I ain't waitin for cheese
Oh please,You better get on your knees,See my n***a all OG's
Callin your f**in self a rich Men I ain't givin your dark or white but you never smoke that trees
Since day you forget about gangsta rap,DRE came up again like chronic 1
Look where Im livin In this game if you ain't figthin for your hunger you ain't gettin sh** n***a
b**h a** you hit a Rapper who had a lots of g**n
Still lovin hood Still Hatin Police
(Hook)
Punk Mothaf**a (Shut your mouth)
Some punk mothaf**a's wanna f** with me
Lotta punk mothaf**a's try to f** with me
East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh)
(Verse 2)
Well no Go to hell,My life just about rap,Rap just about me
Free,To hit n***as on streets In hood Im sure no one saw a presents
Men,If you all about this damn money,You'll wishin to gettin Then you turn to monkey
Yeah for sure you dont f** it cuz All ya n***as actin maniac
My n***as gasp all ya mothaf**as Then you feel like you livin like in the jungle
Thats what I'm talkin about,Now look at me in hood Richie boy sh**
No lie I ain't f**in with your pride,Im still with my hood
f** sh**.I know all a ya nervous But I still can get I shot for ya
Lemme shout for ya,Thug of menace Or I mean Punk for police
Dirty money comes lotta ways,Never had sh** just lots a game
(Hook)
Punk Mothaf**a (Shut your mouth)
Some punk mothaf**a's wanna f** with me
Lotta punk mothaf**a's try to f** with me
East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh)
(Verse 3)
Uh I can't hit some house to have this money
I never want this money for fame,My on wish,Havin this power
Like y'll respect to shooter,Just to say money tree's not grown on your backyard
Hope you find it,look from window,Dont come here with your gold
When dollar came up You just dont remember your mains
Me hah No Way,Never gonna love one Of ya hood rats
Hoppin lord gon forgive em Just to wishin money
Since my uncle died I lost my mind Ah
Dont want to see me lost this sh** up
Screams Breaks Murders Times I dont scared to have a**a**ination
No you mothaf**a's not gonna understand,Cryin for money ?
Did my best And can't reach to success I dont think thats da sh** you ever seen
Uh Dont hate player Hate the rules But lemme tell you this I made the rules
Yiiiaaah