Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers

Be out here trying to act like

They're so hard and shit

But you always got to realize, nigga

You ain't bulletproof

And your body ain't bulletproof

At any given time

You can get your ass fucking blown the fuck off

This motherfucking place the Earth

So don't never think a nigga ain't watching

I got somebody watching

Yeah, you know what time it is





I'm a motherfucking...



Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic



Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun



Gimme a Glock, gimme a 4-5

And I would be straight

Might make it through the day

But by the night I'd need two AKs

A couple of sets of extra clips

And some ham sandwiches

The po-pos know me

And their used to my shananagans

I run the set, man, causing chaos everywhere

Wanna make a bet, man

I'll have you pulling out your hair

This is a have-to-do job

But on a need-to-know basis

Don't keep your eyeballs on the prize

Don't keep up with the faces

I roll with murderers, robbers

Drug dealers, killers, and rapists

Also an army on the porch

With plenty rockets a'waitin

Come test my patience, fool

And find out how Lil Wyte will react

I'll have these haters, fool

Flopping like some fish on their back

They got me fucked up

I'm about to load them trucks up

When I get crazy then you

Just might feel some hot stuff

This was not on my agenda

I was just only playing

But since you're testing my gangsta

It's too damn late for praying







Automatic gun fire busting at you hoes

To get my point across

You got raw bullet to your dome

Is what I'm about to toss

Sold me a short sack

Now you about to feel the trauma

Sulfuric acid, so clogged

In a pine box for your momma

What am I about to do

Some says you already know

Bring your family in this? No!

I ain't as cool as you folks

This shits between me and you

But between you and me

I got a feeling it might be all up to G-O-D

And you can talk all of the trash

You want it don't even matter

As long as my album keep selling

My pockets gonna get fatter

I guess the static is because

I am the chosen one

Deadly circumstances come with job

Better have your gun

You might be found bleeding

Seeking for the perpetrator

Something tells me he real far

And you won't find him, player

Quit your crying, bitching

And your whining, hating

Faking, fronting

I'll run your ass up up off the block

'Cause I'm a motherfucking



Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic



Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun