ya really don't wanna fuck wit us and that's whats up
we keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
ya really don't wanna clash with us
ya really don't want our gats to bust
too all my gangstas grab your straps off the shelf
niggaz is murderin in them streets
listen! these niggaz out here talking about me every day
but if they come at me ima have to blow them niggaz away
nigga run up get a slug in your back
killin you niggaz over oil like president bush
the shern oil jacked the shit hit the ghetto and push
fuck with us and you'll be r.i.p
so if ya don't want ya heartbeat to stop
then walk away before my gun pop
cats won't last long singin ya last song
wont even make it back home
ya really don't wanna fuck with us and that's whats up
we keep them pistols in the stash no matter what
ya really don't wanna clash with us
ya really don't want our gats to bust
up against the west coast nigga that squeezed the most triggas
and fucked the most bitches and touched the most riches
we stay ghetto for life.my nigga
crooked ain't real? you confusing me my nigga
how you double cross me? you used to be my nigga
poison travel inside livers
drag you by your adam's apple
and laugh as your skin unravels as you travel across gravel
so why you wanna fuck wit me? i keep a ak
be where you thought i never be
from outta nowhere i giver your coogi sweater three