them niggas tried to rob me
all them bitches tried to play me
i'm gon' bang when i see you
have you ever seen a show
that don't come out right?
and if my record sells eight mil'
gon' get you blast one day
look like a sitcom for no brain
jettin' from roscoe peco train
slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee
feel like the wall's moving towards me
i'll be pulling girls up to suck my dick
get them old jellies walking
'fore i call pace celly walkman
and it's really starting to piss me
my niggas be here in a jiffy
with all the mac 10's set beside me
i gon' start wylin' and kill everybody
tell your fronting ass bitch
and to you booty ass label
have you ever seen a show
that don't come out right?
make a condo out of saw powder
make the sunny clips at the born hour
i'm a wizard at this shit
put my gun up in the ass of crews
so i take mc's that pass the rules
and fly 'em into space like nasa do
tricking these goofy ass hoes
your favorite nucka flow butter
leave with their clothes cut up
when you come?" is what they asking me