(MJG)
I'm sick of, here come the mother****ers with blue stee
Maybe them mother****ers don't let you slide, maybe they wil
I'm sending back slugs to mother****ers that wanna cree
The killer tried taking me thinking I was asleep
MJ, don't give a **** what they sa
You think you livin' large you livin' a slim day
Ain't no mother****ing takin' the shit I worked fo
See that's the reason mother****ers get killed and hurt thoug
Occupation is none, that mother****er wanna get a gu
Run up and try to get me lay down and get done
Weak mother****ers, I ain't got no time for cheap trick
I'm looking through ya bullshit, I'm able to peep quic
Don't say that, dribble the mother****ers that try to fade m
First ****ing possible chance they wanna blaze m
Mother****ers who real and wanna continue livin
Put a cap in they ass if they try to catch you slippin'
(Hook)
They want ya money
They caught ya slippin' baby
They're gonna take it away from you, it's true
They saw ya coming
They got ya running and
Pulled out they're weapons, what are you gonna do
(SKIT: Woman setting up man for a jack)
Damn baby it's raining harder than a mother****e
Hurry up and open the door (Door unlocks and open)
Alright baby just don't slip (Door closes)
Shit, ooh it's wetter than a mother****er, where's ya restroo
First door to the right
We still on for tonight baby
Yeah baby we still on
Oh damn baby, this is a beautiful home you have baby
Thank you baby, let me go get some music on
(Door opens, music begins playing)
Come on out of the closet baby, he's in the restroom
(Door opens, *pee hitting water*)
Ahh, shit, I'ma beat the shit out this shit tonight (Gunshot and crash
OH SHIT!, **** YOU, ****ER (Hit
Give me that mother****ing piece you got on ****e
Oh shit it ain't even gotta be like this brotha, **** that shi
**** I want the mother****ing Role
**** I want the mother****ing Nikes you got on, h
Ah shit, **** shit this shit you ****ing with h
**** give me, **** give me what ya go
(Verse 2)
I beat em' like they daddy never did
The same punk who took it too far when we was kids
The knife got stuck in his back, slick move
You robbed another brother so what did the shit prov
You breaking down killers in bushes when they be hiding
They make a sound, one hundred rounds, I'm landing five
In they chest plates, staying at home
It would've been a mother****er's best plac
Shame to find they in a hurry for a death day
Stopping the heart of any attacker
Got his shit wanna ride with me, don't have to ask he
Bringing action to the field whenever you mother****ers read
When you hear the rubber burn, I'm hanging up out the Chevy
With a straight aim, ****er I blew em' up out the fram
Street tops scattered with tricks with false game
You can't pull me off of my toes, I'm still tippy
Now play with ya life, than try to catch a mother****er slippin
(Hook x2)