It's the return of the real nigga wit real shit 

and when the smoke dies down its still a nigga left to deal wit

This mutha fucker standin one deep solo 

exercising parts of the game but don't know

I bring it to a mutha fucker full throttle 

and any mutha fucker want pain I brought the full bottle

now take ya two of these and call me in the morning

three times point blank range wit no warning

Nigga I'm straight killa slash for show drama

and every mutha fucker involved gon' face drama

Punk I aint no mutha fucka rappin in song

You bust your caps when you rap 

but I bust back at your dome bitch

And this is always all day killa

and bitches who be stressin me out I get rid of

I'm still a guerilla in these goddamn streets

walkin up on mutha fuckers and leavin 'em sleep



[Hook:]

(Cause if you gonna ride then we can ride)

But 99.9 of the times you gon' die

(Die mutha fucker die mutha fucker die)

Mutha fuckers crowdin my space they gon' die



I can't believe you hoes is playin wit this

but since you mutha fuckers want drama I'll bring you this shit

I got my dime down cocked and shined 

just a homie from the hood 

had the paper still I'm bout to grind

What you thought this was nigga some studio gimmick

a mutha fucker talking that shit but couldn't spend it-shit

I come around this mutha fucker bending beads

and dare one of you hoes to come and fuck wit me

I'm real with it I'll warn you mutha fuckers again

that if you step to me wit ho shit I'm turning you in

Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory

and when you headed for hell you gon' remember me

The one MC who told you niggas once 

and after that he gave no warning he straight done him- punk

I got my mind all made up to go off

when bitches start to threaten my life I go off

Take a walk on the wild side 

and all the coloreds go whoop whoop

when I come down in my coupe

And mutha fuckers hatin me come give it a try 

but 99.9 of the times you gon' die

wit no warnin

Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out 

No warnin -then

All fo a sudden homie blacks out

wit no warnin

And now your dealing with your outer body energy

all the pain you left in your life you still feeling me 

Everybody living must have thought it would change 

But living fast and dying young's a part of the game

How can one spit the game so sure

turned around and emptied his than 

wit no warning