what you gon' do, ain't shit that you gon' do cuz if you fuck wit me you'll be fuckin wit the whole crew/
Yeah and if the bullets don't hit ya I'll lock that shit on ya like a heat seekin missle on a mission out to get ya/
headin to your dome hollowtips without a trace so when they hit they gon' split ya. 100 karats on my neck look like the chrome on my pistol, you still ain't gonna live even if one mighta missed ya/
Fuckin wit me and you gamblin your life, don't worry bout yo girl cause I'll handle her tonight/
I never leave without a fight I'm higher than a kite you can't see me cuz my chain is blindin in the light/
Now the nine sayn hello to you, cuz in about ten seconds the ak is gonna get ahold of you/
we pull around the corner to, chase you down in chevys and big trucks wit the wheels on them 22's/
Got back on track and retraced it so when them bullets connect you ain't comin back like ma$e did/
now your whole life is wasted, cuz if I die tonight I'll still have that chrome glock round my waist kid/
If I don't make it I'll keep tryin, so if you fuck wit me I'll pop yo ass and then leave you in the streets dyin/
I aint even lyin, because I'll be the one to tell your mom you didnt make it as she keeps cryin/
Layin in an ambulance, tryin to revive you from the fifty somethin muthafuckin rounds that the hammer spit/
fifty that yo body hit, cuz in the end the glock popped more rounds than a muthafuckin boxer gets/
now you fightin for oxygen, so get your ass off the block, you got shot for tryin to sell rocks again.
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