bother 'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the master's call yes y'all (Bring your cell phone 'cause I fade them all) Bullets
be packin', fool yeah I manned all missions when I was a youth so thoughtless G ride no fingerprints it's spotless Six bows hittin' all the Gs and we
house Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother 'Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father Take heed to the master's call yes y'all Bullets
the door We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded See how long we made it and never been outdated We ain't goin' out, motherfucker That's right, fuck that
I'm able And that's all that matters So if I told you somethin' Shorty I'm takin' that back 'Cuz I'm just too young to get down like that so (You can
crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't But I'm all grown up
baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet All he said
they'd put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains
for broke and while I'm laughing You'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play for keeps And while I entertain, suckers remain six
kept. Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed. Only three remained. The third of which was said to own an arsenal that would rival an
your hood The fact remains you're better off praising our name Beef with us that'd cost about your life in change Fuck that all y'all strange niggaz
I'm vain, crush 'em, none remains Will tomorrow be the same? Blood rushing through my veins I'm alive, I can feel the blood Rushin' through my veins An' that's all
baby Yes, I does that stays hot, I ain't got to get my buzz back What everybody trying to be now, I was that, yeah They could never stop me that's why
they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the
cause I give niggas what they like I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way
los Spent eighteen years livin next to this high-pro bro And that's all I got to say, about that While I give thanks to the man that my brother and I
crews' outside playin' around I said, ?I'll take you all on, now how does that sound?? Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic I said, "Okay, I'
shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall