Holllllllld it

Now you get out of here

I'm warning you

You bastards can't push us around wanna fight

That n***a's twisted

Stop playin with that clip man

Close them f**kin blinds too man

Y'knahmsayin

Yo don my man

Get out of the stove man

Get away from the stove n***a

Stop playin man

The f**k is you talkin 'bout

I'm in the crib watchin

Larry king

Live

The new

Guccis on

Refridgerator

Smokin some kush

This n***a's a lighter

Swisher

Becomin a roach

Go get the glass ashtray

Pour the glass of

Crut

Tap the bottle then toast

Barrie took a sip of the coors

Yeah my son

Soon to be 3

Tried to fill his bottle then run

Then I got a collect call

Heard n***az down the block is fightin

Some n***a got knifed up brawlin

Heard the kid was 19

Lil' infinity too

His father worked up at the dealer he loved

Wu they tried him for his

Louis'

Son wasn't havin it though

Yeah

Yeah my n***a

The color of glue

Decided on a intervene

Guess who tried to wild on me my n***a

This is like out of the blue

I'm in the

Range stretch

Jumped out

Tucked the chain

Proceded to talk to him

Then you heard the heavy face slap

Think I broke my wrist

Now

I'm at the hospital vexed

F**ked up my writing hand

That's my check

Now I wanna kill this lil' n***a true

Who

He ain't related to me

Just that

I knew him for like 18 years until he violated

Stealin my gear

My lil' homey

Yo he eat anything for me

Send him uptown

He get bagged

Yo he never call me

Come home and still blow cats for me

Pump crack

Stabbin all them hoodrat shorties

A live gunslinger well known

Born to dance

When the heat is on

Stapleton days

Shoot hisself in the groin

The gun went off

It looked like a flick

When he fell to the floor

Holdin his nuts

Screamin "god d**nit s**t I put one in my balls

What the f**k y'all lookin at me for

Call the police

Do somethin motherf**kers standin around

Watch when I get better all hell's gonna be terror death to you

You" he pointed at

Red I said chill that's fam duke

He put real work in that make you puke

F**k that

But anyway son indeed

He stole two

Polo rugbies

Swore to his dead mother

I couldn't take it

Yo lord I knocked out his teeth

Now he's rockin those false joints like everything's peace