we got those grenades on your ass
i'm in that bulletproof maybach nigga
nigga talking like a g but walking like a broad
my court killers at the center of my synagogue
extortion to the fortune 500
from the porches to the porsches with the wides on it
'fore you snitches bitches
you better put your lives on it
get you twisted by the with them wires on it
i get my money smoking spliffs like it's friday
i'm sitting sideways like i'm in my driveway
won't budge for no charge
i hold no grudge with no thugs
i speed off doing 90 with tha carter blaring
bust shots in the cavalier like i ball with baron
yeah i blake griff niggas
eminem wasn't dr. dre's only sick nigga
insane in the membrane like soul assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart like a bowl of aspirin
let your man hold the casket
murder game cold as aspen
body found in the trash bin
like a rehabilitation spot in bobby brown nose
take em back to boyz in da hood when i pull the pump out
something like c-murder on worldstar when i dump out
ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
still bully niggas on the strip
i cook it fully with the fifth
i put a bullet in ya bitch
a nigga with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
like a bitch with a dick in her hand who won't suck it
anything i target on is dearly departed
put your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream