Lyrics: James T Crawford
Music: James T Crawford
Yeah, okgutta (What the)
Once you pick your side you gotta stand in it (Yeah)
Can't be on both 'cause if we catch you we gon' make you pick (Yeah)
And if you pick that side you gotta live in it (Uh-huh)
If that's the case I'm gone be hopin' that you die in it (Yeah)
You think you slimy, boy, I'll show you how that slime could get (Yeah)
I'll hit your crib and that's gon' show you how hot fire get
I wanna catch him just to show him how that .9 could get (Uh-huh)
I'll get him stretched, I know the way that this .45 could spit
No, I'm not gone play with anybody
If I feel a way then I'll let bullets rain on anybody (Yeah)
I'll turn a nigga baby shower to a bullet shower (Uh-huh)
Get up close to him and let this bitch rip through his body (Yeah)
I swear to God, these niggas all phony (Bitch)
Three niggas that I called my brothers went and switched on me (Yeah)
One said they gone kill me and it's one that's throwin' subs on me (Yeah)
Other one still hangin' with a rat after he told on me (Yeah)
In this life that's all you ever get
I had plenty love for them until they bitch ass went and rolled on me (Bitch)
Made me question everything around me
When I look around this bitch I can't tell who else finna go on me (Nah)
I can't let no man run up on me
They said that they gone kill me that's why I got my gun up on me (Nah)
I said I'll turn your ****in' homie to your slow homie (Yeah)
I been ridin' around town with fifteen shots and one up on it
Man, I'll kill you where you stand if you not my homie, you they homie
Once you pick that side you gotta lay on it (Bitch)
Nah I'm for real I'll make you lay on it
New conversion kit, I got that bitch filled up with subsonics (Yeah)
Man 'bout that beef, I'll dig your grave on it
Watch him for a week then get him snuffed out with that trey pounder (Uh-huh)
I got a bullet with your name on it
If that's what you said, I'll have my brother wipe your face on it (Yeah)
Can't no nigga question my loyalty
I had plenty love, but now I'll have my brother wipe your face on it (Bitch)
I said it's okay, I'm okay with that
I done killed you in my dream before so I know I could act on it (Yeah)
I'm pourin' gas, I'll throw a match on it (Yeah)
Set that bitch ablaze, I hope that no one make it out of it (Uh-huh)
Man, I'll turn your ****in' homie to your dead homie
Put that on my mother and Donte, I would crash on 'em (Bitch)
Word to Buddha, I would smack on 'em
I put that on Ace Wavy, nigga, I would black on 'em (Yeah)
I put that on Joe that I would clap on 'em
See his ass in public, watch how I'm gone pull that strap on him (Yeah, okgutta)
Once you pick your side you gotta stand in it (Yeah)
Can't be on both 'cause if we catch you we gon' make you pick (Yeah)
And if you pick that side you gotta live in it (Uh-huh)
If that's the case I'm gone be hopin' that you die in it (Yeah)
You think you slimy, boy, I'll show you how that slime could get (Yeah)
I'll hit your crib and that's gon' show you how hot fire get
I wanna catch him just to show him how that .9 could get (Uh-huh)
I'll get him stretched, I know the way that this .45 could spit (Bitch)
No, I'm not gone play with anybody
If I feel a way then I'll let bullets rain on anybody (Yeah)
I'll turn a nigga baby shower to a bullet shower (Yeah)
Get up close to him and let this bitch rip through his body (Uh-huh)
I swear to God, these niggas all phony
Three niggas that I called my brothers went and switched on me
One said they gone kill me and it's one that's throwin' subs on me
Other one still hangin' with a rat after he told on me
In this life that's all you ever get
I had plenty love for them until they bitch ass went and rolled on me
Made me question everything around me
When I look around this bitch I can't tell who else finna go on me