[Verse]
Man, this shit gettin' tricky
I just bought another fifty, still floating through the city
My mind on a milly, pray a n***a don't tempt me
I'ma shoot until it's empty (Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Oh man, free my n***as in the can
For my n***as dead and gone, I'ma blow a hundred grand
Cookie came in, I'm so up, I can't land
Ahk poured up the Act', I'm so stuck, I can't stand (Ron-Ron do that shit)
Oh man
N***a lookin' brazy, I'ma leave him where he stand
I can hit him with the 40 or I'll probably use my hands
They don't really want no smoke, I can tell them n***as fans
F&N on me, n***a, it be blowin' like a fan, oh man
Phillie P on my ballcap
Hollow tips knock your brain out your skull cap
Say he trappin', but he broke, what you call that?
If he fumble in the field, I'ma grab a sack
Oh man, I'm back on that hot shit
'Member all them days when I was broke and had to rob shit
Oh man, my n***as really pop shit
And I know some n***as in the field stove poppin', oh man
Stanford Ave full of lunatics
I know some n***as pullin' up goin' Ludacris
We ain't with that showin' love, fuck that Cupid shit
MAC-11 with the scope, plus a coolant kit (Oh man)
All my killers with me, and we on some ruthless shit (Bitch)
If a n***a diss the gang, he on some stupid shit (Bitch)
I'll beat a n***a ass, leave him toothless, bitch
And if I got my gun on me, then I'ma use it, bitch (Oh man)
You better think about your life before you lose it, bitch
Red beam on his face, it look like a zit
Man, this shit gettin' tricky
I just bought another fifty, still floating through the city
My mind on a milly, pray a n***a don't tempt me
I'ma shoot until it's empty
Oh man