It's a motherfuckin' shame, every time I look at the goddamn news or read a motherfuckin' paper
Some motherfuckin' bitch and nigga tryna *** gangsta rap
But uh, check this * out, gangsta rappers here to motherfuckin' stay
All you hoes and bitches out there tryna put a bag on this *
*, this * is here to motherfuckin' stay
Comin' up out of the cut, I'm breakin' them off for this 9-5-G bag
Comin' up out of that Mustang, don't I let these nuts hang
Cannibalistic flow, snatchin' your neck off
Grabbin' the fuckin' tech, lettin' this bitch takin' your chest off
Walk a fire, nigga, with the quickness pissin' on race lights
Magnify your heart with this beam, and stop it like a streetlight
We go, motherfuckers, kickin' up dust, droppin' that bomb *
Locked, cocked on your block, ready to rock it, all-time bitch, I sack
SEC, be that clique, dredgin' half, fellin' in pride
AKB, the OC, you can't see, we punk, punk
That half-acle havin' crazy, motherfucker
Bewitched and brain-dead, leavin' you headless, motherfucker
The original flow
From the block, ready to pop and drop, rock on cock
Felonies, the locusts, as I focus like a mugshot
Hot like pot, nah, * that, like boilin' lava
I'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I salava
Hop, tuck in your eyebrow, I call off shots for the GNC
Nigga, just close your eyes, cause you ain't seein' me
5-8, 7-15, bullet up, go still
Pissin' in the cup, and I'm not givin' a *
It's on *, Oliver Stoney, made colors
Gettin' paid off, gangbang, and I want my money
Motherfucker, I'ma * ya
* this, motherfucker, I'ma * ya
Like a chicken and cut your head off
Housin' with a hundred thousand, ready to let off
Go to the pen, I'll make ends, that was my option
Now R.A.P. gon' put me up, like adoption
I'm shoppin' for prangs and things, so Mark's jet
I'm addictive, like double nicotine and cigarettes
Brick, let's take this demon to the head
Loke, you're scared, loke, I'm at my fuckin' last boat
And even these fuckers dead broke
Ask me to rap on the track and bullet, loke, gon' come sick
Cause at the end of the world, it's gon' be gangsters
Cockroaches and sherms things
Headbags in the house, ho
And you playin' haters, can't stop this gangster *
You know I'm shittin'?
Step up, step up, I'm gas big
As I move yourself, yourself has medicated cotton
Cause I put my foot up your ass before your baskets
Or even before you're thinkin' about fartin'
So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?
I'm livin' my death, but you bustin' in your marks
No, I just don't trust, so what you sayin'?
So what you sayin'? I'm livin' my death, but you bustin' in your marks
No, I just don't trust
Back on that flow, don't you know
It's that prod from that squad
Kickin' up in that dust as I bust, as I mob
Metamorphosized from that BG to OG
All I see is G's, but you busters can't see me
Smokin' motherfuckers, so they body the cold
I'm kickin' up on your ass till you crumblin' foes
I'm rollin' groups on them balls, droppin' six to them foes
Makin' records, goin' gold, that's my story in foes
You try to break me, but you broke, as I spoke, loke
Suckers ate the guts, no, I'm not a sucker

Have to peel your cap like a cantaloupe
You think it's settled when we knuckle up
I got insane like Saddam, and wreck your posse with my finger, *
503 to um, here it comes one more time
Pistol rip, pump, when I'm packin' up mine
Y'all don't wanna do nothin', I'ma keep on bustin'
Whizzyin' is like the squawkin' zap in your ass
It's your crop, G's need to ease on back
I'll get your cap and they nap back
I spayed your ass with a gauge and leave you days for days
So why must you drive my G-flow?
That's part of your way, so why must you drive my G-flow?
I got your ass up like Pujo and I got a
Halloween for the gappos
Definitely countin' it in your ass like a rap
So respect me, the young P-R-O-T
I'll be that nigga that killed you for 1990 G
I taste two to your chum, motherfucker, you slip
I take two more and watch the swelling of your fat lip
Nigga, I chew figure like a bitch, I let you get away
Westside CPT, G's that don't play
I toast that CPT, yup, plays up the blunt
Then I step back and sit still
My fuckin' cup, my nigga bird
Got my back when we squirt rock, toe-to-toe
Don't you know, surprise, it comes to left-flop
You get the steel-toe boot, to your chin
You can't land, oops, it spits out your front tooth
Now you squirm like a worm in the dirt
You get hurt, motherfucker, cause we puts in much work
You look up to see the barrel of my * strap
Player, it's up as you're ready for a long nap
I hit your block cause I don't care
Let the clock go tick-tock and I hit you with whip
So what you sayin', so what you sayin'?
I'm not my dad, but you better than your mom's
No, I just don't trust
So what you sayin', so what you sayin'?
I'm not my dad, but you better than your mom's
No, I just don't trust
I heard niggas had beef with SEC
And he was headed for the ever-landed ass
Branded with North
From Middletown, A called me, said leave him with tech
Non-releases, torches, ports, then piss out the pieces
Nigga wasn't witty, nor fuckin' worthy
Cause he had beefs with air banks, bought Spice
When they tried to hide in Jersey
That was the wrong fuckin' move
The wrong alley to think the murder squad only had connections in Cali
Yes, with the murder, I said it flexed
West Coast to East Coast quicker than Federal Express
Cause we strapped and we don't lack for the whack
The teeth to the heart, to the ease, to the ace, to the teeth, to the ace, it's back
Break your stuff, it's your killer, make way
While I spray murder squads when I climb
My hood is the bay, nine block up
Ready to pop, I'll stop
I'll go to rank high and I five out top
Retaliation a must
Retaliation a must
Retaliation a must
Bust a blast
Retaliation a blank gun in hand with my mask
Can't stop me, I'm sick, and I give some *
See a nigga slippin', ain't my *, then I bust
Break your stuff once again, it's all
I'm takin' off, a punk, drug on
Head up, I want murder squad
Gangsta may beat, beat the *
Murder squad, gangsta's fun life, and we sick
Niggas play, I hate ya, but they're naughty by nature
Ain't ya got these niggas on the run?
So let's go get the guns
Take any *, take any riches
Pick this, if a nigga can't sew up your spot
I'm leavin' your * up in stitches
Gotta decapitate motherfuckers
Can't see me like Ray Charles, kill them all
Stick an eye pickin' your * and have your cock
Stabbin' up * like O.J.
Shoot him up with a motherfuckin' AK
It's that nigga from the East Bank
Killin' our * when the gas break
Motherfuckin' hustler, fucker buster
Happen to be makin' a nigga fry
Let's all die
I'm burnin' up some niggas' car canine
With the infrared up on them netsack, man
Blah, blah
With the infrared up on them throats, man
Go blah, blah
Step off, step off, my gas niggas
I'm on your side
Off your soft-ass medicated con
Cause I put my foot off your ass
Before your caskets are even made
Or your tank ain't by far
So what you sayin'?
So what you sayin'?
I'm dead in my gut
But you buttholes in your mouth
No, I just don't trust
So what you sayin'?
So what you sayin'?
I'm dead in my gut
But you buttholes in your mouth