Get out..get out! You can't be in hereYou have to get outI emplore you pleasePleaseYour all going to die down here..
It's life or deathEither oneThe king is backTake head and runI piss and take a shit on ur beat for funI killed the gameI aint even use a gunWho better than meDon't make me laughI run this shit they just chase my assI aint talkin shit niggaJust tellin the factsI think all the tracks I'm hearin from niggas is whackI be hearin these niggasWhat they say in they rhymesI took my spot nobody gave me mineI make the beats that boom boom boom! In they trunkU disagree homie then go on and jumpU can bump ur gumAnd talk all u wantThats all u gon do cuz yall niggas is punksI'm number one you aint number shitWhen they need a hit I'm who they gon' and getTalk to me
If you got love for me I got love for youIf you dont fuck wit me I dont fuck wichuWe can do it howeva u wanna doNigga if u dont fuck wit me I wont fuck wit uGon' headKill yourself kill yourself kill yourselfGon kill yourself kill your self kill yourselfIf I was you I would kill myself gon kill your self kill your selfKill your self gon kill yourself kill your self kill your selfIf I was you I would kill myself
I'm tired of niggasNiggas is tiredU aint a g
I see bitch in ur eyesIf u close to meU suposed to beBut most of u rap niggas is hoes to meWherever u fromThe question I askIs do u think I give a fuckRiddle me thatCuz in my hood and u jump into hell and backThis industry shit to hell wit thatI seen em come I seen em goI doubt if u can show me sum'in I aint seen beforeWho suposed to be in charge? I need to knowWhen I shake ur hand ima step on ur toeGo getcha gun go getcha clickImma be rite here chillin wit yo bitchYou mad at me cuz I'm gettin richWell put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip
See my heartFeel my painSome of dese stars some is lamesHow they follow little trends to get they famneI aint snappin my dam fingers to get in the gameU claim u richShow me sonIf u got so many dollas then loan me oneFools think they killas they own a gunWhen u no u bout as sweet as a honey bunTrashy broads behind a barLike you dat dude frontin hardVip bands dont make u a starLike we really still dont no who the fuck u areDont talk behind my back just call my niggaMove my heart to the sideMake room to forgive yaIf u still wanna hangWe'll come to get yaPut the rope around ur neck and jump my nigga!
Your all going to die down hereGet out get outYou cant be in hereYour all going to die down here