[Verse: Sista Mas]
Gotta lotta thangs goin' for me
But I'm scared to go to tha joint
I been there once before
I'll go again to prove my point
If I gotta do some time to keep my principles straight
I'll catch that fuckin' case to teach you not to violate
If it ain't the Shop or Set then I don't affiliate
If you crossed us once you'll never get the chance for clean slate
Down on the block, doin' my rounds
[?] I assassinate
Dip on [?], hop over the gate
I'm back inside the Shop, I'm safe
Sick of bitches with attitude, so I'm dumpin' on they ass
Hoes hatin' on the net cuz they won't be the Sista Mas
Trained to be watchin' the drip drop of
Yo blood drippin' down off my canine teeth
Need relief, you filled with grief, but soon I'll bring you quick relief
Have you quartered by my horses
Grinding slime like medieval times
Dead by guillotine like the Shop foreseen
Get down and kiss the feet of a queen
Demeanor fuckin' mean
As I start to really see
Bumpin' on that old [?] muthafuckin' EP
You can lead a bitch to water but you can't make that bitch ass drink
Don't be surprised when I walk my ass away
Should have stopped to pause and think
Second string, shawty yo clique don't even let you hold the gun
In the Shop, we all got our own chrome killin' fools like you for fun
I ain't down wit chillin' but I'm down wit killin'
Tha Sista full of rage
I been fucked up my whole life
It's not just a phase for someone my age
I done been taken advantage of one last muthafuckin' time
Fools need to recognize that Sista Mas is the divine