[Verse 1]
2-1-0
1-3-7-1-8-7-2-11, boy
AK-47, this MAC-11
Looked ya dead in the eyes, while you were holdin' the pole
Your hand's were shaking while you aimin', I know you wouldn’t blow
You say you boys gonna hit me, you afraid of some smoke
If I ain't scared of you, then I ain't' scared of who you know
You on some pussy ass shit like: “Lemme' call my big bro”
To be honest I’m surprised you didn’t talk to the po'
I been solid on my own, posted up by my 'lone
Sittin in my home, burnin boof all alone
Always got the chrome, it make me feel less alone
I ain't never wore a flag, I ain't never rep a zone
I think the gang shit goofy, no disrespect
If we get money together, I don't give a fuck what you rep
Been to war a couple times, earned my skripes, I'ma vet
I fuck with who I'm trustin', I ain't reppin' no set
I'm cool with GD's, B's, C's, AB's, let's see
3 stick's mule kick, smuggle dope mule bricks
La emme sinaloa
Orajone, I love my home
210, got love for my city
Ridin with the poles, need gloves to hold the semi
Stomach empty, clip full
Tommy rumbling, I'm still skruggling
Fuck