in traffic No grins or no laughin Want beef? Then let's beef, tear down streets tear down streets You wanna creep? Then let's creep, in that UPT you got
on a homie and let niggas gun down They got the nerve to ask me why I don't come around I's fucked up, cuz real niggas is "refting?" 'Til death homie u
, naw fa god, you'll lose ur life wether on the corner or the club im shootin dice, break my shiper, ima get at u slice you, knife you, stab you, shank
than my Michelobs Diggin holes lik ima tryna find some hidden gold He got nice shoes, wonda if I fit on those? The sickest flows, I got guns dat can kill
makes ya grab 2 guns to go to sleep, You fuck with Gucci Mane, then you fuck with me jeezy, and if u love ya career, ya better be easy, CTE cornflakes, don't let
the break of dawn another dumb move Ha ha ha, this time it's over boy This is me and you head to head let's go Here we go beat down round 2 Heads up
i be thankin of you got my thang rock hard, girl im feenin 4 u when we 1st meet it was right on time u was bonnie, i was clyde girl u down to ride, please
roll anotha Til I bumped into two niggaz I ain't know wassup hustla I heard you got them sacks and if that's true, I want 2 And uh 1 for my lil homie
you best shot, now dirty you hold mine Got cats goin to jail, tryin to do what I do I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come through 2-0-2, light
let me lay dat bone (fuck dat shit)my other bitch don put me on child support ,my nigga on da run slip and got on dat dope I need to fuck somein bad I got
your feet I heard lil daddy got a chest full of beef give me dat chopper with dat knife and watch a trill nigga eat I cant let a nigga get me in these
Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z Tattoed on my wrist Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats Its a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak I got married, my wife
whole lil crew screamin out T-R-U Cause we don't give a motherfuck, nigga C told me that you lookin for me, here I go, wasup nigga? [Chorus x2] [Capone
] u know what he said man he got smart wit me he said call the mortuary order some flowere u quit ur game but we never quit ours he got exited we started
But ya keep the killer in one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let
nice, where niggaz hear that price and b at ya the same night, try to kill ya got a knife fuck a fight snatch ya life, i got thirty in my rim pipe and
with knifes Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband A stomped your man so unless you want what he got
they know they gon' get gatted down music That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music [Chorus] [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Let