[Intro:]
This... is one of those ones... you heard?
Alchemist! (yeah nigga?) What the fuck is the deal, nigga?
It's that gutta, gutta, gutta, gutta shit nigga! (Yeah, Twin I see you, my nigga!)
With my little dirty niggaz!
[Verse 1:]
That nigga P is thug enough to rep' QB from Long Island
Hempstead niggaz thug their way to the top,
Man as a young gun I was like they can't stop me
Now I'm all grown obviously they ain't stop me (nope!)
Tried my hands at drug that shit wasn't for me (uh-uh!)
Appear to this royalty that shit is like chicken fee.
Some chose +Ballin'+, music was my callin'
As long as it sounds gutta you hear me all along (yeeah!)
Where most make in a year - I get off one song
And that shit is not fair to you - but fuck y'all man!
I'm still comin' up on that rough side, that tough side
Nuttin' was handed to me, I had to go for mine (yeah!)
My shit is hard earn, you stumbled on your shine
We built this from the dirt - you copy off of mine (mine!)
Once again! - It's the homie that thug rhymes
And kill beats! - Niggaz is burnt, they runnin' outta lines.
[Interlude:]
Ha-ha-ha!
Nah nigga don't ask me from shit!
Nigga don't come up to me with that!
[Chorus:]
The fully loaded .2-5! (.2-5!) (uh-huh!)
With one extra bullet on the side!
[Interlude:]
You don't want what I got in my pocket, nigga.
Do you really want this? Do you really want this? (yeah!)
I got somethin' for you! (yeah, uh-huh!) Come here, check it out! (uh-huh!)
[Chorus:]
The fully loaded .2-5! (.2-5!)
With one extra bullet on the side! (yeah!)
[Verse 2:]
That nigga P bug enough to bring my gun, where's that wildin'
It's too much cops there, chill P you wildin'. (waov!)
Fuck that I've been too much to start calmin'
Down now seen too much to start fallin'. (damn!)
Off of my gun game, niggaz is retarded!
Won't catch P! - Bucket - naked - without my pistoler (nope!)
Like Adam in the garden,
It's beast out in the field and apples ain't shit when you're starvin'
Time for me to run 'em up, pardon!
I'm overly aggressive with life - you too soft, man!
I'm doin' what I does best, you try to block me
You'll get knocked down try to stand where I rock please. (pssssshhh!)
Don't force to pop these shots in your frame
Leave your blood blocked in the brain. (in the brain!)
And that's not suppose to bleed
How you gon' pull through with them hoes and your bee. (Nah, he's not gon' make it!)
[Chorus"]
The fully loaded .2-5! (Uh-huh, you see me nigga?)
With one extra bullet on the side! (You see me nigga, what nigga?, what?)
The fully loaded .2-5, (Want that?)
With one extra bullet on the side (You could have it!)
All I got in my pocket... (in my pocket...)
Is a nickel and a nail. (What else?)
The fully loaded .2-5! (.2-5!)
With one extra bullet on the side (uh-huh!)
All I got in my pocket... (What's that?)
Is a nickel and a nail! (And what's that?)
The fully loaded .2-5! (.2-5!)
With one extra bullet on the side! (Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Nickel plated .2-5!)
[Sample"]
"The Mac is motherfucking back! "