| I’ma ride on you mothafuckas, I dun had it Bitch I’ma thugs that sells drugs and brings static
|
| Status of a king play your minds like strings
|
| Shoot any mothafucka like it ain’t no thing
|
| Blink, enemies against walls I’m an outlaw
|
| Make a punk snitch say my name before I break his jaw
|
| Make him crawl like a snail leavin trails of blood
|
| The only thing you got to witness was the smell of bud
|
| No love for imposters they get assualted
|
| Make a mothafucka bleed out the eye socket
|
| Out smarted any fool that ever tried to come close
|
| The barrel of my snub is pointed right above they nose
|
| Bullet holes cover your close for tryin to act like a hoe
|
| Got you in the basement facin hell with no where else to go It’s Mr. Shadow the mothafucka always chiefin
|
| Flipin off the world sayin fuck what you believe in Fuck what you believe in
|
| I’m leavin bodies bleedin
|
| With need of paramedic treatment
|
| 911 could resue you if they hurried
|
| They arrived at the scene
|
| And found your body getting burried
|
| Now lay your ass down and don’t say a fuckin word
|
| Aim at mothafuckas like a deer in a herd
|
| Plow, the shot is heard in the distance
|
| Break a fool down from a prince to a princess
|
| God as my witness
|
| I feel the sickness of a monster heart full of rage
|
| That’s why I pack a revolver and a switch blade
|
| Bitch made fools get hurt in a brawl
|
| After all your boys are dead who the fuck you gonna call
|
| Don’t stall when you talk me Studderin, I’ma murder that mothafucka for liein
|
| Want me dead then keep tryin
|
| I’m still on the grind back handed fools like ghost
|
| Throwin up the 2−0 and stayin the fuck away from 5−0
|
| Life on Deigo streets we bring nothin but raw scenes
|
| On gangs drugs and guns from the slums of SD
|
| See, I play for keeps and all my people feel the same
|
| So fuck what you believe in, I’ma let the fuckin shot reign
|
| Intimidation’s what you feel when I’m walking towards ya Look you in the eye, give a grin and then ignore ya Damn ain’t that a trip this mothafucka must be tweakin
|
| That’s what you were thinkin but you’re life is what I’m seakin
|
| Speakin from the domes puffin green types of dubs
|
| Kickin it with fuckin felons a family full of thugs
|
| Slugs bein busted no man is being trusted
|
| For those who thought I wasn’t I’m blasted you and your cousin
|
| Lovin every second of this mothafuckin rush
|
| If anybody’s watching no stopin it from the hush
|
| It was me with the one with guns in my arms bringin harm
|
| Settin to break alarms droppin bombs I’ma con
|
| Gone out my mind when I choke on my leaf
|
| The last man standin fuck a nation under peace
|
| War is now decleared leave your troops all bleedin
|
| Ain’t no one leavin so fuck what you believe in |