[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh, shit
Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I'm huntin' wabbits

[Verse 1]
I'ma let my nuts hang, n***a
In these tight pants until the buck spray
Or with a 12 gauge, I don't give a fuck
N***a, fuck them
Anybody, everybody with a bottle
No lie, without my army, I ain't sorry
Little n***a, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg
Man the gun so big it'll blow a n***a brain into crosswords
Little Ricky better run swerve
It's that's soft shores 'cause the god damn Converse
Chicken dippin' like it's tossed served
But those lost words be the same but I saw worse
I had the sauce first
I let it thaw thristin' at y'al'
Arrogant and egotistical without a flaw
Standing there with no one beside ya like Guards
Drippin', I ain't trippin', got a couple of 'em, dawg

[Chorus]
Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, n***a
We get even, n***a, don't be afraid of Steven
I'll let big boy hit you with a SIG, boy
I'm like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin'
An enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason
I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a n***a gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter
[Verse 2]
But I am a good leader
I give you another banger
I give you another heater
Remember me, mother fucker
The gun on the album cover
I'm one of the tower brothers
The 50 in Power brother
The Michael of our brother
The cyclical nature that circles all around the brothers
It wouldn't touch a n***a money, got the salary, brother
Micky and Mallory, brother
I got that cal on me, brother
With out no title you mother fuckers
I'm about to pull the musket out
And let it off in this mother fucker
Watch your mouth, you n***as soft in this mother fucker
Bet the industry just tossed you out
You all slaves on the label, little god damn cock suckers
Y'all livin' off show money
Get paid every first of the month, now that's mo' money
Little B from the grave at the crossroads
When I look at my sons say, "That's your money"
Murda, murda, murda, I am general
You little n***as sure ain't sweet
These n***as think we number runnin', I'm on TMZ
And I'm a free emcee
I got love for the young bouls
But that's me
Little Lay in the building chasin' around little children
My n***as hunt
I can't front but I'm chillin'
My artillery is steady, heated heavy every motherfuckin' place that I'ma go so I be ready
[Break]
Po-po been already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

[Verse 3]
BM is all in my DM
Bitch, I'ma call when I see 'em
Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I'ma see how you bein'
N***as is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams, yeah
Rippy to yams
And all of my people that roll with the Bone
When I'm comin' to give what we stand, uh

[Break]
Po-po benn already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

[Chorus]
Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, n***a
We get even, n***a
Don't be afraid of Steven
I let big boy hit you with a sig boy
I'm like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin'
An enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina
'Cause it looks like a n***a gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter