ain t no sense in you bullshittin what the fuck is you sayin you know the way that we do niggas so what the fuck is you playin get yo hands up you see this nigga on a come up walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto mach now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin assumin that nobody can hit him i ve come to get him i m starvin it s 3 o clock in the mornin wakin you up out your sleep without a warnin good morning i come to get you for your digits oh see this forty cal in my hand she finna get it nobody speakin don t blink i probably think somebody reachin you make a move i leave your body leakin all weekend take me to the safe and i can get you for your bucks or i can shoot this muthafucka up i don t give a fuck you make the call for all of y all you can use your brains to think with or i can leave em hangin on the wall what you do when a nigga come through with game too strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you a pastor will introduce you to this casket bullshittin me gon get you blasted  we got the powers that move niggas what the fuck is you sayin you know the way that we do niggas so what the fuck is you playin we got the powers that move niggas what the fuck is you sayin nigga i be crunk crunk when it jump jump leavin muthafuckas slump slump in a trunk trunk i pump pump bullets into the flesh and leave you naked stop prayin for this muthafucka he ain t gon make it you have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome if anybody come lookin for him tell him he gone can t you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin around can t you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin the ground it s goin down when times are hard i feel like this before i starve i mma kill me a bitch shit i want that muthafuckin dope and the cash and i can take it out your pockets or your ass don t make me blast the last way you wanna see me is disgruntled cause i shoot you in your muthafuckin face and leave you horizontal my 45 signfies who s boss you play with me i have your ass startin the news off close your fuckin mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle don t turn this robbery into a murder unless you tired of livin put your possession in my custody my finger s itchy don t you fuck with me wake your ass up and shove nigga good morning oh what it s all about doracell is in your home and the pistol s in your mouth nigga and it s on and i represent that south nigga i bring it on and muthafucka make this shit a simple situation give me the loot your baby and that bitch i mma shoot and that s the truth my pistol piece up against the wig i ain ts to be up in this bitch for long nigga you dig you baby sit nigga i don t give a fuck a nigga fresh out of prison down on my luck what s up cold steel touchin on your dome excellent chrome about to roam through your home break yourself and i m gone it s all about the cheddar nigga ain t no sense in frontin fool s livin better nigga plus i m bigger g b s in this bitch know what i m sayin i m the muthafuckin man 
['conscious hip hop', 'dirty south rap', 'g funk', 'gangster rap', 'golden age hip hop', 'hardcore hip hop', 'hip hop', 'old school hip hop', 'rap', 'southern hip hop']