[Verse 1: Playa Fly]

Niggas best beware of that motherfuckin' villain

It's hard to fuck wid us, so prepare for the killin'

Livin' where it's realer man and you don't know the feelin'

It's time to grab my glock and make a rocket for the million

Creepin on yo ass wid that mask what ya wanna do

Boom is that sound shootin' rounds down glock we do

All my row dogs down smokin' pounds it's that nigga who

Don't give a fuck, test your nuts, catch a slug fool

Nigga wid the mind full of crime don't be guessin'

If you fail to see him then a bullet you'll be catchin'

Always packin' a weapon so keep steppin' don't let it happen

You know that talkin' shit, as my lyrics start to cappin'

The homies in the house and it's no doubt I'm finna sew shit up

As I tape it over walk right over then I fulls you up

Pass a sack and drink the yack and let my niggas roll it up

Now we gettin' smoked out, now my locs get loc'd out

Scopin' out the victim for the slayin' man

you know I'm still up in this bitch

Niggas from down South we so gap, wid this gangsta shit

Nigga best believe it's about that cheesin' and I'll rob you trick

Grippin' on my glock, pop, pop, pop, nigga that's my shit I'm slick

Raise up off these playas nuts, shank you I don't give a fuck

Nigga we can slang throw them thangs what the fuck is up

Bangin' the fuckin' microphone that nigga straight from Tennessee

Psychopathic, schizophrenic, bitches cannot fuck with me,

Three Six on my dizick, hoe stop swingin' on my fuckin' nuts

Keep on talkin' shit I just might stick you in your fuckin' guts

Niggas shankin', now I think it's time to blaze that B-U-D

Now I'm high, really high, a hustla in reality

Enter the asylum of a motherfuckin' lunatic

Introduce you to my tone let's get in to some gangsta shit

Nigga wid the mind full of crime I'm about to click

Shots up to you playa hatas till you give me somethin' nig

Back up off my dick because you know you cannot fuck wit this

Leave your body burnin' in a motherfuckin' crucifix

(Yeh, like I said before, we still up in this bitch...)



Hook (sounds like Eazy E being mixed in)



[Verse 2:]

Up early in the morning, rollin' tokin' swisher blunts

Thinkin' to myself, how, can I get this junt crunk

Light up another blunt, now I'm feelin' super straight

Playa hatin' bitch type niggas who I really hate

So I have to meditate, just to keep my mind right

If I don't it's gonna be a killin' at the midnight

Pimp tight lyricist, busta can't fade this

Leave ya body in a grave talkin' all that weak shit

Come and get your wig split, but you ain't, cause you can't

Step to a psycho, gotta let you know,

Once before we let the bullets flow,

Got the rap game sold up, hold the, speaker, now it's time to clicka

Bang bang shoot 'em up, bloodied up ya fuckin' guts

Trick I thought I told you don't you ever try to test my nuts

Creepin' through the front door slowly, like a fuckin' sniper

Hyper, than a muhfuckin' fired piper

Silence, violence, is all that I think about

One two three four punks that you read about



[Verse 3:]

It be Lil Chee-zy in the back,

That nigga wid that three eight gat

Keeps that motherfucka packed,

Just in case these niggas act

Like they wanna hustla hate,

I'm tryna feed my fuckin' kids

I be damned if they don't eat,

Tryna take what's mine you trick

Any end will have to take to split a punk ass nigga's dome,

Chop a hater wid my chrome, take off my mask so I could be known

I don't give a fuck got shit to lose I just go buck

you feel the ooze ain't had enough now catch the blues

my shit is rough you knew the rules,

before you stepped, to a pimp tight nigga-ro,

And I ain't scared to go toe to toe to let these bitch ass niggas know

It's gon' take a murder case to put these tricks up in they place

Lock you in my Chevy will bump for E&G keeps twistin' skunk

Playas get your fuckin' gat, cause you know the robber's back

It's so Fly got for these punks cause Lil Chee-zy gettin' it crunk



Hook



[Verse 4: Playa Fly]

Everlastin' gangsta Playa bound to reach the fuckin' top

SPV is backin' me, bustin' wide playa lock

Niggas down from Jackson bumpin' tracks and keep us taxin' hoe

Fly done buy that whitey's got you frighten on that goodie dope

Dirty dud and gangsta stayin' ri-zaw and inflictin' pain

Playa from the shower full ah powder coca fuckin' caine

Gettin' it crunk and gettin' a drank, pon a funky roadster bitch

Down to make a dollar don't you holler busta follow this

SPL is super thick, clickin' quickly full ah blunts

Now that Playa's on the scene, tell me did Fly get it crunk?