[Verse 1: Bigg Rocc]
Point blank range in your face
You're curvin' slow, that's the pose you wanna pass
N***a that's your ass, in this fast life to live
Shit happens quick
Plus, a n***a like you, was on the John Doe list
Of n***as to get hit, never liked you anyway
So I chose to do the shit, and make my get away
The job is done, I hit my n***a Ren phone up like "Come on my N***a"
That's the word n***a's called
Fuck him, make his burial plans
Let us get back on track and stick to our plans
(Sho) don't slap, and (B) for start
Go for that n***a heart, that's the weakest of the sparts
N***as don't recognize and show respect
Like N.W.A, you n***as get chin checked
Ugh, lived your life of the lose script
Wanna be Korny Soprano with no fuckin' ammo

[Chorus: Bigg Rocc X2]
When I step in the room it's crackin' peanuts
N***as bang with me, n***a throw your hood up
Bitch bang with me, cause she don't give a fuck
Gettin' money til our mothafuckin' time is up

[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I'm in the ghetto, makin' a livin'
Mamma never said you'll get rich off chickens
But the game is fucked, there's no more riches
So I shook into the Chronic, smoke by the bitches
Some, n***a serves nothin' but ounces
Keep me tight, and my 64 bouncin'
Keep me high like white boys climbin' mountains
But stay on alert, and watch my surroundings
Cause n***a is, all about that greed
It's like a disease in every family tree
Fuckin' with mine, you bitch n***as gon' bleed
I'm like the stop sign (*tyre Screeching*) n***as better learn to read
I only spit, that gangbang shit
That ghetto shit, so handcuff your bitch
I don't want that trick, keep her choose her shoes
Dirty ends, scuffed up on pussy on news