I finally figured it out that haters' mouths is used for suckin'

Suckin'



You niggas paper weights

Y'all don't wanna fuck with the great

Fakin' moves like you wantin somethin - get it straight

Cause one mistake'll get this muthafucka aired out

You niggas better recognize this is Brad's house

I put the mic down to give you other rappers a chance

But all you niggas wanna write about is dance

I tell another nigga 'bout your mama

So I'll be forced to bring you back the raw shit

The hardships of growin' up

Stuck in the hood

Broke as fuck, out to hustle

Facin life struggle

And havin' nightmares about gettin' big scrilla

And that's the type of shit that turn these mama boys to killers

On the realer, it's a nigga comin' back for the streets

Cause this bullshit I been hearin in the rap game is weak

You got these killas on your payroll

I'm doin it out of love

But if you cross me I'm fuckin' you up

I keep a [?????]

I'm a nigga in destroyer mode

I squeeze it once you blow you out of your soul

Who's the [??]boss[??] in this rap shit?

I let my opposition judge me

But if push came to shove they couldn't budge me

Cause I'm ugly with styles identical to none

I'm tellin' you: Don't fuck with me, nigga, I ain't the one



I ain't the one

These niggas better recognize the realest

Keep a loaded .45 inside for protection...



I'm a .45 packer, niggahoe subtractor

BLACKA BLACKA BLACKA

Nigga, back up!

I'm a bad actor

With no respect for the nigga haters

I kill a muthafucka stiff cause he's a traitor

I ain't a player

I got my stripes from these streets

I'm a killa

That's probably why at night I can't sleep

I strike a match and watch a muthafucka burn

That's just treatment ??? you fuckin' worm

I'm the Don Corleone

Y'all niggas is phony

I put that on my mob and my goddamn homies

Recognize niggas who can't be touched

If they can't be seen

I'm a lost [?????]

Undestroyable by human plagues

You got a strap? I got a strap too!

You fuck with me I have to clap you!

And now you stearin down the barrel of a gun

I told you: Don't fuck with me, nigga, I ain't the one



[Chorus...]



Wait -

This muthafucka got me bend, I gots to break

Before I shoot this muthafucka in his face

Cause niggas on the edge don't wanna play right

So I'ma lay his ass down in broad daylight

Now what's up, bitch, ????

[?????], let me clear this muthafuckin corner

Mayhem unlike a nigga ever seen

[????] in his face all in once gettin clean

I'm dashin in my undercover ??hoo-doo??

(Who you?)

You run un on me? I gots to shoot you!

And you know me

And ain't shit changed but my zip code

Your [?????], I'm in a flipmode

A tip-top murderer

Comin' for you bullshitters

Squash you muthafuckin' niggas

I ain't the one



[Chorus...]



Realest Niggas Down South, muthafuckas

Don't get that shit twisted

Just them hoes

[???]

I-ight

[?????]

For all you fake muthafuckas who was talkin' 'bout the first joint

Suck a nigga dick

Fake-ass ho's

Know where started it

Know where started it

Know where started it

Me, [????????????]

Lay this muthafuckas down

In broad daylight

Bitches be squeezin' they pistols

They wanna play fight

Me? I'm the colder

Bold-bold-bolder

Bold-bolder

Hit em from the shoulder

Puncher

Dumper dumper

You muthafuckas talking shit

I drag him on the back of the bumper

[??????] Face to M-o-b and

Can't a muthafucka see em [???]

2000

The new millenium