Yeah, the feeling is mutual
You hate me, I hate you, this the part where I shoot at you
(Alright in this scene, the rapper resists you
Here’s the gun, annnnnnnnnnnnnd ACTION!)
Aiyyo, idle threats from you rappers don’t move me I know tough and y’all niggaz straight out the movies
(And CUT~! That was a good one, that was a good one
Let’s get ready for the next shot)
Shorty, you treat it with class, I treat it like dirt
I put my, dick in the ass and my hand in the purse, P!
… oh I can fuck you in yo’ass, fuck around and catch somethin
… but I can’t get no motherfuckin call
Aiyyo, it’s nothin to throw the gat to you guys, I wouldn’t do it cause
Rattin at an all-time high, you probably do it
… y’all niggaz talk too much man, sign a statement
… affadavit-ass niggaz man, feh
Y’all motherfuckers weak and you frail, I’m no fool
I went to war with the Ricans in jail, I’m old school
… peace to Ike, Oz, Agallah
… my man PF Cuttin, all my spanish niggaz, whattup?
Matter fact, I took your sneakers in jail
Cut your cheek, blood skeet, next week I make bail, P!
… word up, hehehe, fresh new Airs
… the white and burgundy ones
Yo chillin in the city is hard
Niggaz bugged out, livin like the city of Gods
… UNDERSTAND