(murda on the beat so it's not nice)

Im popping on all these n***as hatin uh keep the helmet on like a n***a goin skatin

This is for them n***a who be talking bout my mom
Now i got 3 damn mother fuckin coffins in my back yard

First lil n***a shot him dead in his head went to bed all these mother fuckin pictures in my head

Next n***a caught him runnin started gunnin, he fell oh hell i guess you ain't gon see yo mama

Then i found a n***a yappin walked up to him i slapped him
Put my hand in my pocket (pow pow pow) now he lacking

(i tried to tell you yall didn't listen with yo bitch asses, and now ya dead so yeah try me now)