Let's see your hands  everybody  hands!
 Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
 Don't nobody move!
 Don't get out of the car  stay where you're at"

 Verse One:

 Niggaz in the street that I dislike
 You better get this right
 These days what the fuck is a fist fight
 Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks
 When I can lick off shots  and put they ass in a box
 Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
 You're just lookin to get your motherfuckin life took
 Cause I can't wait to be a niggaz fate
 So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates
 So if you wanna misbehave nigga
 I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin grave digger
 Yeah motherfucker you heard it
 Doin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
 Niggaz'll be the Karate Kid
 But I'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin body-bid
 So you can take all that Rocky shit home
 Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone
 Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
 for motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
 Step up and play me like I'm soft
 Bitch I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin motherfuckers off
 Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
 Two to the head about four cross the belly
 Steady givin niggaz the runs
 Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your guns

 "Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
 Get on the ground
 Hands behind your head"

 "So, so what are you gonna do?
 Beat-beat the crap out of me?" NO!

 Verse Two:

 You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill
 Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills
 That's how I put a niggaz head out
 The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
 And I don't give a fuck if you know Judo
 Cause I'ma blow your motherfuckin ass to Pluto
 And when I blast the trey niggaz pass away
 Put in the ground til your silly clown ass decay
 So all you niggaz with the jokes
 (Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks
 Cause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom)
 Niggaz like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
 Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
 No uppercuts you'll be another motherfucker bucked
 Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
 Hell no, I'm givin motherfuckers burial suits
 Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
 My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.
 Dead on Arrival
 So nigga you better come with your gun if you want survival
 From the Mak-11
 And those are real shots on the motherfuckin track 7
 I ain't kickin niggaz buns
 If it's a bitch I'ma wetta you better go for your guns

 "Yo wassup, what the fuck is up now man?
 What?
 Where my money at man?
 Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you
 Aww man you act like you wanna fight
 What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*

 Verse Three:

 Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigs
 Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin pigs
 Kool G Rap's a bad decision
 Fuck front page I'm puttin niggaz on television
 I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
 But you ain't got no heart motherfucker when I blow it out
 Straight out your back
 Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
 Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
 And put in a box all squooshed up
 So motherfucker be a learner
 Cause I can't hit or wrestle a niggaz without pullin out my burner
 So when a motherfucker want to fight
 You fuck around with G and you'll be fightin Death tonight
 So you don't wanna get loose G
 Cause I'm givin more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leaf
 So come on Bruce Lee
 Yo I'ma show you who the motherfucker is with all the juice G
 So if you wanna intimidate
 A nigga like me, great, will make your fuckin head disinigrate
 I'm sendin niggaz to Bedrock
 Look out for the red dot
 Or get your motherfuckin head shot
 Niggaz are dialin 911
 Huh, you little bitch niggaz go for your guns