shotta

you think this tattoo on my hand

is for decoration or something

way before i was a loc

the desert eagle was already dumping

rolling around in my dropper

looking out for the coppers

cause i'm coming to pop ya

me and this trigger

you don't wanna fuck with the king of the ghetto nigga

hey mr. preacher man

yeah i know the bible

i'm not in love with murder

i'm in love with my own survival

pardon me if i'm wrong

but i really don't give a damn

as long as after the bullets stop flying

i walk away with my gun in my hand

nigga don't run up on me

you could die for less than that

i'm about to pitch this fast ball

and your head neck and chest is at bat

you ain't gotta like me

but i bet you gon' respect me

and i bet i wear a dress

before i let somebody check me

i been running around in this ghetto a long time

i'm doing just fine

they don't hang they drag

i'm talking about these nuts of mine

you ain't gotta believe me homie

just run up and try me

you'll be dead

or hooked up to an iv

top shotta make you move your body

or you can lose your body

move your body

me don't want no scariness around me

move your body

or you can lose your body

top shot doc'll make enough weapon

to bruise your body

move your body

or you can lose your body

move your body

me don't want no scariness around me

move your body

or you can lose your body

top shot doc'll make enough weapon

to bruise your body

what's happening my nigga shit what's cracking

shit you know i'm trying to chill mayn

nigga looking at me funny though

shit i'm trying to get fucked up anyway

alright

i really be trying to chill

but haters be looking at me all upside my head

as if they plan to color me dead

and stick me for my bread

before that happen i'll end up in the fed

doing a triple life sentence

for what i did with an infrared

i get a rush when i bust heads open wide

i could damn near die

i get a feeling all over my body

just like a pcp high

my weapon is with me at all times

never leave home without it

or my attitude

ain't nothing friendly about it

you might get the best of me

but i doubt it just ain't gon' happen

i'm for real about this gangsta shit

but you just think i'm rapping

community never losing is what i'm down with

progression

i know how to put my pistol down

and count my blessings

the graveyard

is full of homies that died

i probably put your homie there

if your homie was fucking with mine

even though a true warrior prays for peace

i'ma empty the whole clip

until the day i'm deceased

one in the oil

and sixteen in the clip

top shotta keep it good

good cream in the zip

when me fly my desert eagle

you'll do a full flip

me will fear no man

me don't want no scary buisness

might be lying

no one will see me when me wild like this

just don't push me button

everything remain crisp

had to do somebody new

it was a real thing mess

all of y'all picking them

cheers after me love stick

and i boom boom good

but not gon' fall in love with

rule one lift the punani

and focus on rich

and if that boy test me

and me dig a bigger ditch

those fools will keep me busy

miss and chop another clip

and fifty shot the clip

and then me shot a punk bitch

my eyes are everywhere

rude boy me run this

skip town

or you when me out the mighty come kiss

i am one you shouldn't really fuck with