Yeah, it go, 1, 2, 3, to the 4 
That nigga P double got that shit fo'sho 
5, 6, 7, to the 8 
You niggas make me laugh straight to the bank 
You niggas got problems with me? 
Can't wait till, we're in the same room, in the same 
place 
You just dropped the brick get outta my face 
Your album sound like shit, fucking disgrace 
To the whole black race, rap race 
Stop wasting budgets, buy your self a place 
My song will embarrass you, you're in the wrong game 
I'll make you look stupid, sound real lame 
Compare to this sixteen bars of pain 
When I write I get tight, I'll be ready to bang 
'Cause in real life out in the world it get worst 
I'll brace car, buy guns and bang for your shirt 
There's gon' be some shit when I see 
Good fella nigga but I'm 'fenna get evil 
Up, put 'em when his pants was down 
Look, now I got 'em running on camera now 
There's gon' be some shit at this party 
Everybody leaving except for one body 
Got his self killed over that Bacardi 
We handle the shit then it's back to the party 
Ayo, dunn take the blunt while I fuck this nigga up 
Keep burning our flag and he fronting like he tough 
Niggas come on home from jail like they 'sposed to have 
me 
Under some type of pressure, go fuck your mother 
You really wanna step to me? 
Get online and go around the block, who next to get 
live? 
On P-TV, better not have step 
'Cause everybody watching they all gon' witness 
My power and strength, they see it's not a toy 
You're trying to pet a lion, I'm a enjoy me an arm for 
dinner 
May God forbid I, get a whole of the rest of you I'll 
be a sinner 
And thou shall not kill, unless they trying to kill me 
And then shall finger pop the Uzi 
Now the bitch's all wet, bitch ass nigga, I'll make 'em 
fall back 
When I hit 'em in his titties, catch 'em in the city 
Doing real dirty 'cause his face real pretty 
Niggas bleed more when they're drunk off the Henney 
You fucked up my shirt, mad DNA