Listen...
I ain't gotta say I'm gutta on a beat...
ask around about a mufukka on the street...
they'll all tell you same shit...
Brick-City...nah...ain't the type of nigga ya play with...
clean load up and aim...3 rollers'll bang...
till ya skull --throw up ya brain...sick...
known for bodying cats...easy...
and if it ain't greasy -it's not an attack...
i'm tired of tryna warn suckas...
that a wrong move,on the wrong day...
will lead to the .44 blucka...
never tell me to chill...cause the mayne cocky...
your gun game sloppy...fucker you can't stop me...
you ain't tryna be around me when the pound buck...
have a nigga looking at me from the ground up...
so keep ya mouth shut...zip it and locked tight...
because the kid sumthin...--and trust it is not nice...
