let him have it

i never stayed my ass home i always thought that i was grown

in the traffic i was gone you see my head was made of stone

got a problem with me?

then feel free muthafucka don't be talkin under yo breath

cuz that might be the cause of your death

cuz i'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main

so lets get this shit out in the open

i used to like to go from the shoulders get em up

one on ones

now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns

a sucka will kill you first

and you will be layin in the hurst

takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth

provin you wasn't a punk

niggas don't want to thump

niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk

i met a bitch last week at the orgen room

bought her a drink and said whats up on the telly room?"