call me psychotive but i m bad nigga yo and i ma do ya bad black and when i come i m bustin up niggas to hear me black ya should of never let a nigga see if there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me huh i waited for my date to come of age and now i m of age i can t escape the fuckin front page so i guess that nigga d is up to hit again i kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like i m gilligan i m p supposed to hit a lick for a jack the only thing i gained is the pain of niggas comin back nigga lookin for they shit aggravated and pissed niggas they can t fuck with my clique i m here to break em off for chunk a d e a t h l y a motherfuckin punk and i be rollin with the brass don t answer with the ziggers in your hood he break your neck to roll a pass nigga don t even stop to say whattup cos i bust for the fuck and pay some quick to light a motherfucker up next time you stop me on your block i hope you leave the place or be the next to meet the lord face to face nigga i ain t the one to take no bullshit cos see a nigga like the d is game to empty out the full clip so when i come for ya act like ya know sittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you don t hear do chorus i ma bring ya to ya asshole do it like the g to o bustin on that ass but still i see that you don t hear me do bring ya to ya asshole do it like the g to o bustin on that ass but still i see that you don t hear me do it s time to fuck em up here it comes blast nigga thump to your chest and they comin out your ass nigga i grew apart livin my life as a criminal niggas g to kill but still i see that you don t hear me do so i ma serve it to ya fat hit the deck mate hit the deck mate call me flipper when i checkmate d um divertin nine tre 9 full glock glock my glock makin sounds and it don t stop so nigga pass the swisha quick and i ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips cos see a nigga gotta saty high i try to smoke til i can t smoke and then i won t smoke but still i got my fingers on my shit and click click click ya die die die ya dead bitch you tried to test the wrong nigga be a tested straight from st paul but clockin g s down in texas some think i m talk cos i play it cool but i ain t the average motherfucker i do the shit that niggas won t do huh like pistol whip a woodie for his bank then after that i gate and grab his bitch and do the same thang and i will pain up the asshole collectin grips on my drips as i stroll but you don t hear me do chorus ain t no mistakin what i m bringin you motherfuckers still ain t had enough so i ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk may it be 9 may it be a gauge may it be a shank any way you come i m in your motherfuckin shit mate huh a nigga bustin caps smokin fires quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass die and it ain t no runnin down dem backstreets cos i got slugs to catch em with carl lewis on the track meet huh and still you wanna test a nigga so audi 5 nigga hate to see ya go but you don t hear me do chorus yeah check it 