[Verse 1: T-Rock]
I'm a man on a mission taking no shit
With a big 4-5th sitting on the passenger seat
I get cash in the street
I don't think you wanna bite the bullet when I pull it man I'm fast with the heat
I can say that I done been through the good, the bad, the ugly, and all of the above
All make em the bitter
You can see the poverty and pain of real n***as in Carmel
We call that the motivation of a drug dealer
I ain't tripping he ain't making me none
I keep my faith in God gripping a gun on the corner
Because if it didn't kill me then it's making me stronger than ammonia so I'mma last longer
I heard you got a 9 but you ain't fucking with Mob because the barrel of the 4-5s on ya
I can smell the aroma of death when I'm up on ya
Chopping you n***as up like bologna
I bet you get enough of eyeing me right
You n***as trynna be hype
But to be finally fight
I got my lawyer paid off so I'm dying to strike
All it take is a phone call to be dying tonight
I give a n***a a dunk off for trying to fight
N***as head for the heels to the eye tonight
You think Iron Mike until I break the two like you're running for a hoe like to blind your [mics?]
See bait make the fly fish you
I sit back and polish pistols
My cartridge is filled up to the brim with rocket missiles
I'm willing and ready for any opponent
I'mma take ranks so you best not flaunt it
AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on the bitch
Y'all n***as don't want it
[Hook: T-Rock]
Y'all n***as don't want it (x4)
Y'all hoes don't want it (x4)
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit (x2)
Won't be no shit if you don't start no shit (x2)
Look
AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on a bitch (x4)
What n***a want what (x4)
[Verse 2: Slikk]
Yeah
Look AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on a bitch
What n***a want what
N***as always wanna fuck with Slikk till I put my gun out thinking that he tough n***a don't buck
Cause I got a automatic K with unlimited ammunition
Think I'm slipping
Run up on me n***a while I'm chilling and man I guarantee yo ass gone come up missing
Shots, ripped from the clip if you pop
Shit with my clip you'll get dropped
Quick in the ditch you'll get hot
Shit to yo lip bitch
A n***a better realize if he wanna see the gods then he better increase his size
And n***a look me in my eyes and you will see deep inside the mind of a n***a ready for homicide
Your momma dies if you fucking with the clan
Thinking I'm playing I got the shit up in my hand
Bitch I'mma leave a pussy n***a laying where he stand
Cause I had to pop a n***a like a fucking rubber band
Get bowled bitch
I'mma cut your throat open lip'll hold
Let the blood just flow bitch
N***as always wanna act swole but they never wanna go when they see I got four clips
More shit finna pop off thinking I'm soft well I got a AK for that
And after I take yo life motherfucker it's too bad I can't give it back
And man I can't forget about that mini MAC
Jump it off
Kick back many rounds
Boy you better get yourself a bigger gat
Or you is gonna find yo ass up in the ground
[Hook: T-Rock]
Y'all n***as don't want it (x4)
Y'all hoes don't want it (x4)
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit (x2)
Won't be no shit if you don't start no shit (x2)
Look
AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on a bitch (x4)
What n***a want what (x4)
[Verse 3: C-Mob]
Bitch I will show no repences
This is what will happen if you try to fuck with some menaces
Get the fuck off of my premesis
Or I will do you just like Cain did Abel in Genesis
You do not wanna come battle me
Cause I am ready for combat and causing fatalities
You will get merked automatically
And that's regardless of religion or nationality
I will put at least 8 slugs in fake thugs who hate cause I'd rather make war than make love
And taste blood on my taste buds (ugh)
You're about to get bludgeoned so if you wanna come get it and bring all your cousins
And I am not nudging
I will stay posted up killing em off by the dozens
Are you ready for death today?
I will be blowing your chest away
AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum against yo pepper spray
Leaving your body left to lay
In the dirt watching your flesh decay
Start shit, I'm finna do some shit
Get the crucifix it's best to pray
Hoping that there was no static
If you wanna have it then come try to step and be crushed
Got two semi-automatics a murder fenatic and I'll make the weaponry bust
And sever the guts
You're left in the dust
Cause when I go off I'm definitely nuts
As soon as my finger is hitting the trigger I'm unleashing hell with a heavenly touch
[Hook: T-Rock]
Y'all n***as don't want it (x4)
Y'all hoes don't want it (x4)
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit (x2)
Won't be no shit if you don't start no shit (x2)
Look
AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on a bitch (x4)
What n***a want what (x4)
