time to get down I use a silencer, don't like the loud sound Off my mic blast, you better run fast The last punk that popped junk passed Spit on his grave
of my East Decatur home 'Cause I was in the cold tryna keep my toes unfroze Now I'm in your house, now I'm in your stove Now I'm everywhere that your
a spit Suck the poison out of me I'll make you beg Make you come To your senses If you keep up the shit Take the hit Dig the grave This is how it goes
know that from old me My life is real even when I'm in the movies I'm on the ave, I'm in the cave I buried my Grandmother on Thursday, two weeks ago My
be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates but
all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your
, tryna get on their feet But see your brain is so cloudy And I know what you don't know, you better get on your mission And get down for your dough,
up on somethin', bubblin' I'ma say this really, really, really loud Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them Trust him, never, on a whole 'nother
ends meet Tryna get on their feet But see my brain so cloudy And I know what you don't know You better get on your mission and get down for your dough
get the four, and about the block, shoot the spot. And put on muscle for the pussy who tried to plot the way, he rannin' off. Start worse shit on the
, see how fast we slash your ass. You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein' humble, give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it
ya facin' a life sentence For death, you do it by yo Goddamn self How the fuck is you gon' stop a train You set your fires on your forest to burn it
the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray Nigga ya mind playin' tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit
on you, quick to put you in the crosses Now he standin' in your crib and got a pistol in your mouth That's your muthafuckin' boy, he popped you and popped your
of flesh Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the
an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the quest for
I know you can't stand it Dick Bandit done landed See your drawers handed Freak to get it y'all Game spit at y'all Put the bitch on the wall And I hit
tryin' to Get on your good side, you better get with me So we can roll in luxury Around the world, gettin' money I'm pimpin' hoe's on Sunday I'm the