Who the fuck you lookin' at?
Huh? I got your motherfuckin' underwear
Fuck you lookin' at me like that, man
I'll slap your sister or somethin',
my homie ain't one of them
Rapper -ass woman's knockin'
Shit, we ain't finna stop
until we know that this is over
With swollen lips, bruised ribs,
Motherfuckers put they dukes up
Make me recognize you dealin'
Get to left, right, and kept fightin'
Wasn't no coward in these boys,
they was never frightened
Nowadays everybody got a strap
And they shoot the shit out of it
Ya bitch just wait till they
Without that thang on ya hip
Ya face gon' be fucked up
like Will Smith in Hitchin'
my homie ain't wanna live
Glock's, extended clips, pistol grips
H &K's, AK's, throwaways,
Motherfuckers, ain't gon' fist fight
How you feel about that stack?
I think it's bitch like Motherfuckers
Pull out a Mac -10, it's a wrap then
Ain't no turnin' back then, nah
you try to get a motherfuckin' shirt dirtiest
Nelly would put it, yeah, gettin' murdered
I do the damn thing, stand up and man up
Quit actin' like a bitch or a faggot,
It's a fight, a fight, my homie,
It's a fight, a fight, my homie,
It's a fight, a fight, my homie,
my homie ain't wanna live
Ain't no stickin' and movin',
it ain't no bobbin' and weavin'
It's just a reachin' and pullin',
a bunch of poppin' and bleedin'
A bunch of runnin' and hackin',
a bunch of duckin' and divin'
I swear to God that these cowards
are just so fuckin' conniving
If I allowed ya, I might just save all that
Send a white boy through there
If you still got a motherfuckin'
We can box and shoot blocks,
it's whatever you wanna do
and I'ma empty off your corner food
Put several boxes of slugs,
With some boxing gloves, ya bitch
my homie ain't one of them
then we all jump in the end
my homie ain't one of them
then we all jump in the end
my homie ain't wanna live
my homie ain't wanna live