[Styles P] Yeah! Vinnie Idol, Poobs... Big Bully, pimpin' what up? Jojo what up? It's going down, crazy. I empty my sh**s out n***a, feel me... [Verse 1] Psycho simply, please don't tempt me To squeeze the sh** off till it's empty One by one, keep it coming n***a gun by gun Ain't Run but it's my house n***a, please don't come You ain't welcome here, four pound'll melt them here like grilled cheese Real G's f** around with h**n and realties Coupes that was roofless, gangstas that was ruthless Talk sense to 'em, or be mothaf**in' useless Flying on the highway, Tokyo drifting floating Sideways, coupes the same color as the Padres Fitted in a jersey, yeah it's all tragic How me and the gunplay like Magic and James Worthy (forreal) But n***as you ain't worthy, n***as is pain worthy I'm holding the thang sturdy and letting the thang curve me Which means I will let it off, get it off Got four b**hes that get down like Latifah and set it off Dope dealer dreams, with dope fiend schemes I keep a OG gun, in my OG jeans I blow a haze but I still keep a codeine lean Which means I be tripping, f** giving the whipping Slip the clip in, start squeezing till n***as is dripping And whichever n***as is dipping's a smart man If you got heart man, five shots from the mothaf**in' cart-man SP disguised in the trenchcoat Whoever in the park, I be leaving the bench soaked n***a...