why a nigga wanna doubt me
bring the real to the table
bring a meal to the table
Done deals to the label, still getting fatal
Keep your motherfucker ass thin,
what they gonna say though?
Turnin' up my lip, mug on my face
Beat a boy ass with his gun in his waist
Jump on his quads, it was 30 to 5 30 deep,
motherfucker, everywhere we slide
You better give it up, or I get to goin' bad
And beat niggas up, use chairs,
bottles, knives and razors
Beat bitches, squares, snakes, and geese
You got drank, then pour me a glass
A -Town, stompin' my feet
Kicks a man sit in the middle of the street
You don't want it, better
Hella mad, can't chill, I'm through
Frustrated and you hate your boss?
Quit then, but first take off
Your baby mama don't believe in silence
So we believe in domestic violence
Suck the shit out the man
Police pull me over to the ride
Talkin' bout my lines ain't right
Officer, yeah, I know my rides
then pour me a glass I get drunk and
This is not better turn this up at the
food get thrown at the club
I kick ass man, god damn,
I can go fronts out on the dance floor
You owe me money, you better run for it
I'ma kick your ass and everyone
Me your ass in the blood, but
Beat his ass bad with the grass knuckles
So in pocket, you best defeat
Quincy whip your ass like
Brooks is your cold brother
You got drank, then pour me a glass