Tune them Fuck ya'll want from me Y'all don't want money, y'all don't want from me Y'all wanna die in the chase of things We all gon' die, embrace the thing Trapped inside a burning church, made it out alive God know my worth Raw face, scar face, sharp face More defeat, I know it hurts 20 of em 20 on call, got 20 in my hand Got 20 on church, gave 20 to my dawg Got 20 on girls, that'll fuck you, then Zoom, zoom, zoom That'll fuck you, then fuck you over Take your safe, take your keys, take your rover Take the heart you thought you had Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab Ops on the radar You're dead to me How you wanna play ball? You're dead to me Take some You're dead to me You're dead to me You're dead to me You know what zone I'm in You're dead to me Don't care who you with You're dead to me Watch me do my shit You're dead to me You're dead to me Aye, aye, ready, set, go crazy Hit it for next, you see I'm gettin' mice Life hit a nigga with the limit's limelight But at night we still committin' crimes, spittin' rhymes Ride a coupe with a spinnin' rim, get inside Bring a friend, bleedin' hands from the genocide Clean me up, beat me up to the other side Brothers die cause coons turn to butterflies They don't wanna see me sittin' in the Benz They don't wanna see me livin' on the end Of the city, inner city, YBN Show no pity in the city for the sin They don't wanna see me get into the chair They just wanna see me swimmin' in the deck Don't drown, on ground, with it to your head 9-1-1, freeze, dead Ops on the radar You're dead to me How you wanna play ball? You're dead to me Take some You're dead to me You're dead to me You're dead to me You know what zone I'm in You're dead to me Don't care who you with You're dead to me Watch me do my shit You're dead to me I move like a millipede When I flex them Tendons like rubber trees Young Billy Jackson Back to the shit Mouthpiece drawn Got a verbal armory Stacked bodies, not figurines Move beneath the surface Submarine I'm half machine Obscene with a light sword Look inside the brain It's a riot in the psych ward What you standing on the side for? Roar like a lioness Punch like a cyborg Spit slick Attack is subliminal Flowers on my mind But the rhyme style's sinister Stand behind my own bars Legacy's a criminal Gotham city streets Are playing the **** Crushing any system That better does us Antidote to every poison They administer Switching like time signatures Colors in my aura Time to cover the perimeter Brown bodies Like the blues When I shoot through High res lenses When I Pull over your eyes My strength Ain't nothing like my size Blades on the tongue Kathleen Cleaver Tangle my cords Like a weaver Ops on the radar You're dead to me How you wanna play ball? You're dead to me **** takes off You're dead to me You're dead to me You're dead to me You know what zone I'm in You're dead to me Don't care who you with You're dead to me You're dead to me You're dead to me Too many