I spit rhymes like you And I drop bombs from the hood on D-Block Straight off the block b**h I've got god on my side So it won't be like that Pull out the gats and guns Empty all those clips on em You on the corner waitin for the n***a to deliver But the bad day is cumin your way Gangway before thinkin bout doin a runway Nah man don't you disobey All them n***as in that bank Waitin for you to do sum sh** Brake a b**h, shoot em up Do anything, get the rep up Man don't go home and spank a b**h From a ditch, think bout the conscience Wait... "what if you get that itch from that b**h?" ..."nah I doubt that sh**" You in the Duneven on Jaine and Finch what you goin do When you know you hear them pigs comin to get you 5....4....3....2....1..... You see them dumb n***as that you disobeyed in the cruiser Like it ain't anything to you Because you heard em say "love will get you k**ed" Peace out before you and I get the f** knocked out!