Yeah
Yo, okay (Uh-huh)
You know niggas can't write like this, right? (One-two, one-two)
Okay (Let's 'bout, let's 'bout to do it, do it, let's do it, let's do it)
Yeah, I'ma, I'ma show these niggas somethin' (Uh-huh)
Who pen game?
Yeah
Yeah
Yo

We used to rob niggas left and right
A fiend tried to get slick, we slapped 'em and crushed they pipes
Strong-arm robberies all done in harmony
Raise my weapon and then, baow, hit an artery
Race through the staircase, shoot out the lights
Then let off a few shells at the door on the right
They got dust, weed, half pound of E
Under the couch, a shotgun, twelve keys
Baow, another shot and the door flew open
Mega snow on the table, a fiend is still smoking
See, rule, outta respect, threw four in his chest
Heard some niggas in the back with a rude dialect
Screaming, "Crews I wreck, you can lose thy neck"
The dread said, "Bloodclat, bigger fools die wet"
That's when I heard 'em loading, cocking the guns in the back room
Turned on the vacuum, maybe I'll distract 'em, got 'em
Gathered all of the babies in the bathroom
Take your lil' Cheetos, shh, I'll be back soon
I knew the dread that cut off his hair wore a half-moon
Four gold teeth, caught a body in Cancún
Drop is like Equinox up in the spot
I'm talkin' 'bout weight stashed in all the TVs and clocks
But hold on, one nigga came out running, got it jumping
I dipped behind the wall, squeezed and start dumping
Number-one crash dummy, he was bluffing
Almost got his head ripped off straight for nothing, of course
Heard the chainsaw like I was the main course
They was ordered to eat my food, called by the main boss (Yeah)
A hail of bullets, a reign of terror
Pictures hanging off the wall, can't put 'em back together (Uh-uh)
Curtains and Clorox bottles, hoes forever
The boss furniture was damaged, the cream leather

I'm good for confrontation (Yeah, we good for that)
I guess I don't have patience, not no more (Yeah, I ain't got that type of shit no more, motherfucker, let's go)
Yes, I can get dramatic (Facts)
I put that bozo's attic on the wall (Blow, blow, blow, right over there, nigga)
Somebody should've just had told you (Huh)
But listen, nigga, I won't hold you
We ain't playing no games (Nah, nigga, you know what it is)
You wanna learn, I will mold you (I'll mold you)
Them niggas in the street will fold you
Better stay in your lane (Right there, nigga, right there, let's go)