I brought my chopper and my hard hat
The shit's fucked up now show a nigga
Cause I'm about to clean house
Stick this a.k. up your ass and
blow that fucker clean out
Cause you niggas in the wrong
You came up short and now we
I ain't your average motherfucker
You step out of line and watch
I ain't no Clint Eastwood, nigga,
and you done picked the wrong day
So bring your ass to the battleground
Rat- a- tat- tat, like that is
I squeeze the trigger and
Cause I don't point it in the air and
I'd rather point it at your ass
I gives a fuck about your team mates
When it's all said and done you're
gonna wish you never seen 'face
You shoulda seen that lil nigga Brad
James through here, seen Dave
And your homies better stand still
Don't make my brother Warren bust one of
you bitches cause the man will
Don't bring your ass to my picnic
Cause I done had it up to here with all you
niggas talking that bitch shit
So you better get your shit right
I'm from the state where you rarely see
a motherfucking fist fight
It's all about the gun blast
So you can miss me with that bullshit
you spitting with your punk ass
It's the diary of a born killer
Don't have to worry about me falling off
this thang cause I'm a strong nigga
Doubt my regard of the hard
With niggas behind me from East Oakland
You can run, you can hide but
Like I say there's no getaway
And I'm gon' have it where your
family'll have to throw your shit away
It's the return of the real niggas
I'm prejudiced to a certain
extent but still I kill niggas
I'll bust that ass on the fucking double
So push on with that ho shit,
bitch, cause you don't want trouble
And let your shermed nigga do things
Ay, ay, ay where you fin to go, fool?
Come on, man .. you wanna rap,
You see, you see! That's how
That's how motherfuckers be,
You motherfuckers better quit
fucking with me like this