Now Im a sick motha fucka
And Im kinda like a toliet;
Got that shit motha fucka
And hollows'll touch ya
At the first site of beef
Cuz my niggas in the street'll
Have them triggers gettin sqeezed
Like bottles of mustard
And the cops got dusted
Cuz Im runnin from police
If anything go wrong,
then you know the rountine
Break away, Break back
Hit a nigga on his cell phone
If the signal break up
Then you call that nigga back
And make sure the money straight
Cuz you shippin crack
And these niggas want they money straight
Or they'll use them gats
And honestly, I aint tryna go out like that
so thats why it bothers me;
I called you 2 times
And you aint called back
And im feelin like you tryna stab
A nigga in his back and ima stab back
If I think I got that feelin
Cuz these niggas is after me,
And these niggas is blastin' me
And you aint in site;
Then I turn around, and you right in site
Cuz you standin in my face,
And you bout to take me life,
Til I reach for my waist,
And I stab you with my knife,
Then I shoot you in yo face!
