something I can get your mouth shut You want a warning You got a warning Stab your back Hey, fuck the people Hey, fuck the people Fuck the people Fuck the people
shut You wanna warnin' You got a warnin' Stab your back Hey, fuck the people Hey, fuck the people Fuck the people Fuck the people
I can get your mouth shut You want a warning You got a warning Stab your back Hey, fuck the people Hey, fuck the people Fuck the people Fuck the people
buy another house hate on me nigga why it don't matter I'm a count big stacks ridin Lac's - blowin killa by the ounce hennesy, yes I'm deep fuckin run
porch puttin' in work I'm a soldier - fuck with me don't say I ain't told ya I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya Blues your dog and
shootouts - you done started guerrilla war It got me hurtin' to see my dog people in grief So it's law I bring the same pain to your peeps I'm dressed to kill
all over Man, look here Verse:1 My hood is kurupted with nothin but killers and soldiers Off top cut throaters, get crossed up, get fucked over It
Uptown solja So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.P. So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3 So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit
'cha gone do? Downtown get out the way cuz that's All On U You could, take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel My niggas is conscienceless and we kill or be killed Fuck
4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say
the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side I'm so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die Let's make it happen, think of an action Fuck rappin' I'm cappin', fuck
I'm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange Ya fuckin brain Carry and shoot that old 50 plus Out the clip these bullets rush, leave ya fuckin head
do So I gather up my clique, load up the fucking iron gas up the creep mobile, jump in that bitch and ride When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill
