[Verse: King-D Tha Problem]
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I got some dudes that'll kill for me
Some chicks that'll make meal for me
I could orchestrate some heartless shh..
And I promise no one would squeal on me
All my dudes are always about it
From the old heads to the lil homies
Beat a boy down til my shirt bloody
Lookin like some ravioli spilled on me
From Mckinnie to yo hood
Swear my riders ain't no good
Click clack when they load up
Bang down goes a soldier
Put a bounty out on ya head
I ain't talkin no paper towels
Put the right boys on the job
And then watch the target get taken down
Like bloaw.. yea he'll get hit like bloaw
Super bowl 47 homie lights out
It's good but it ain't all good in my town
Cause at any given moment gun shots might sound
Bullets ring out, guns spark rounds
Each way, ricochet, watch the bullets change route
Boys aim for brain, better duck and stay down
Better stay up north, you ain't safe out south
Shoot you ain't safe outside, you ain't safe in-door
Y'all talk about Iraq but I swear I feel we the ones at war
Cause dudes banging, throwing gang signs
Some set trippin' they get laid down
Swear boys here don't play round
They'll go and shoot up a playground
With kids present
No second thoughts, no second guessing
No regrets they just keep steppin
They don't hide out, they just hide the weapon
They walk around they ain't stressin
Till they see police then they start sweatin
Police investigate the crime scene
The killer watch the mom cry and scream
Eff shoppin they do crime sprees
Sometimes Tha Fort is Chi-raq times 3
Police ask for witnesses
And boys get quiet like mimes be
Like officer I'm just walking past
I ain't see nothing, dont mind me
Eyes closed that's Chinese
I'm not hood and don't try to be
But in the hood we stick together like Siamese
Haters talk hard from a far
But change when they in arms length
Cause my dudes will dismember boys
And leave a young wannabe armless
Like aww shhh, we treat dudes
Like we're Nazi's and this Auschwitz
And my roll dogs roll with them rockets
Like Chandler Parsons
3-2-1 take off, my crew yea we take charge
You don't really wanna face off
You'll get blindsided, that's Ray Charles
My dudes don't play fair eff goin easy we play hard
Actually we all work no play boy no days off
Don't eff with killer gang
You'll eff round and get x'd out
I am the type of dude to
Knock your current chick and your ex down
I know some boys who are like refs
They ain't scared to let them tec's out
They don't yell back and forth
They just simply let that tec shout
The tec ain't got no chill though
That thang stays kill mode
My goons keep the strap on
And I ain't talkin no dildos
But if you really want beef
The Three is where I'm stayin
But I don't bring guns into it
I'd rather fight like a man
Cause I ain't never been the one to slang a pistol
But I will hit a n***a wit a fist though
Stomp a dude and make him walk away with ripped clothes
Black eyes, broken nose, and his lip swole
Dropped him and now he feels some pain in his hip bone
Made ole dude walk away with a limp doe
Disrespect us and the outcome is simple
My dudes will fill you up with lead like a pencil
EWWH lil homie we don't play that
Eff you and yo block, I'll bring it where you stay at
If you ain't really bout it, boy you better say that
Cause King-Ds a Barber, believe me boy get faded
Catch these Clippers boy, no Chris Paul
No Blake Grif, no Matt Barnes
Matter of fact catch these paws
And get scratched up like cat yarn
I pull up in a black car
Beat you down in yo backyard
I decided to bring them cameras out
For all the boys that just act hard
All these dudes stay tripping
Hope they packed, they luggage and passport
I go 0 to 100 n***a real quick
Like you put me in fast forward
I know a couple dudes
That'll leave ya brains on that dashboard
Not caring what car you drive, Not a Rav4 or Jaguar
They do whatever they want, never do what they asked to
Don't be coo with them, the ones you thought were your coo
Will be the same ones that'll blast you