[Chorus] Oh Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies And when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill If niggas get to fuckin' around, if niggas get to fuckin' around
Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire if you can catch one in ya wig You see the Testarosa the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what ya friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of ya ass off I'm not for the games I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah
Where I'm from death is always in the air homie Nanna love me so you know she say my prauers for me I come creepin' through in the 'hood wearin' Teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on Niggas know, if not they better check my background Try and stick me I fill ya back wit' mac rounds Ask 'Preme nigga 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line boy I'ma air ya ass out Screw ya face at me I wan' know what that's 'bout Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' 'em I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind All across the world like the globe's mine, yeah!
Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked up at an instance And seen a mac aimin' at'cha head mayne? Before you know it life is flashin' reminiscin' And ya body is drippin' and full of lead man I done been there, I done cocked that It ain't never been a question I'm 'bout that Don't go there, ya can cock that And if ya plan to fuck around then reroute that You never catch me ridin' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Sea breeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper, so