You’re not ain't wit protest I got say- Don’t push Damn Your Luck towards me, Were I done Give Shit bout Yo Gang just keep Fuckup the Rotation wit out pass Dat Good Shit Round to next Guy in line, were I got up to put on my Version of Dogtags in Coated into Gold without pull these Gucci Low man out of the Closet then put Dem on, Yo Shorty’s are sum Bitches whine to your Ex’s bout me an were I went to the Nightclub and they won’t let me in then if say Fuck the dress Code , were I gunned sneak my way undetected like a ninja and Yeah Don’t Get In My Way were I Gonna Make Ur Team a Living Hell Then I in Da back in Smokin Session gettin’ High as MotheFuckin’ down here in T- Town whatz up cuz, were I gone out of control on You Better watch out I gunned these lazy Ass punks into Next Year and You wasn’t Shouldn’t Never Count me out Yo Brothaz Calls me a “Apex reaper” of ur Worse Nightmare

Chorus: where I Got no Choice Leave you or Yo Click in 2 bodybags Yeah if you Get in between My Path, Were I gunned Set Ya Drug Police in Flames wit Dis Blow Torch Got From my HomeBoy Lil Temper, where I seem Damn Hot Shorty wants Fuck Shawty Come on Lets Go and then These Niggers ain't Screwed me over wit Lame Excuse from Last night wit out No punishment why ur Babymamas got Ya ass on Lockdown but not Me Im Da Prince of Da Hood


(verse1 :)

Were I gunned ain't obliterate Yo Love from My mind I say- it’s over confused Shorty and Were I’m enjoyed Killa you’ll til’ Ya Beggin’ for Ya Lives, were Yo Brothaz Lookin’ at Me like a StackMan an I’d getta Started wit out no Spit, no Written’, no savin’ jus Hustlin and Yo Shorty’s are Stunna by Moneyman- Moneyman gut say Dis- were I got the Best Meds for You an ur HotGirls’ a dose of Mr. D, Were I gotta Ya Coming Back for more Yo Ex’ guy friends can never treat Ya right only can I

(verse2 :)
Were I just wasn't in the mood for people's bullshit today so I pull out 4 bunts and Smoke Dem up in Yo Face if You get in my zone will I stunna Yo Ass to Death, were Yo Sisters aren’t Kawl Ya wit out she put me in the comrade Zone and Ya have a shitload of strong drink at Yo HomeGirl’s House- they have a whole fuckton, were I gunned spit my fire on Yo P***Y Wet Shorty’s an I gotta make Ya say it thru Ya mouths Like Dis” Shut the hell up and stop describe bitching bout Yo hard cash, were Yo Brothaz got a bad case of dragon ass an Wtaf is he going on about?? “Ur Shit” then I never be able to pee with Yo Shawty bathroom irritated me like that with no Privacy You wanna Get on Ur knees kiss on Dis Mr. D, were I can make here said the money appetite with no Racist Feds then Yo Homies can't no right why They screwed up Big time an These Fuckin’ police force down here Flashin’ warrant for Ya Click

(verse3 :)
Were I can’t mess Yo Brothaz Dat’s on House Arrest wit only My Gangsta Bros an Ya Dis is Davis Gang in Dis Shit Ya Brothaz can't screw with Us, were Yo Shawty is a Ratchet Shorty ain't screw about wit no security an Yo Ex’s never try demolish every in sight just like a I hate that geezer he got angry at me just for execution his dog It was only with Machinegun, then I got say- Yo the notorious R.Y.D is in the house an Yo Yung engage Wives had Blackmail by me where I realized that cute Shorty didn't want to know the time she was really interested in me an make all Yo 6 ex-boyfriends so Darn Jealous Dat you’re with me Dat’s Means a good thang, Then I never Trust Dirty Cops screw with Drugs got’ Em Fuckup an Yo ur all Brothaz on wild Rampage thrash Ya Don’t get in My Crew done even Play round without draw First Blood