Haha, Swifty McVay! Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (Ha!) I told you we wasn't leavin, c'mon!

I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes (Nigga) Muzzle this animal, fuck with mechanical Gun totin' hazardous cutthroat, canteloupe can split it And the Pope couldn't prevent me from shittin' on niggas Fitted caps get blew back like bad wind, imagine backspinnin' Into a casket, it happens when bastards try to act masculine (Ho) A hell raiser, I smack the skin off your man's face So fast it'll leave acne on my hand when it land (Hah!) Placed in a class where professors came to school with Smith 'n Wessons Just to teach us a lesson, had that ass hangin' up with the flag (Yeah) Parental discretion, I'll send you a video With me naked havin' a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!) When you kill in the nighttime and claimin' yo' innocence I'll be waitin ready to A.K. you and yo' egg Bene-dick {AHH!} Usin' yo' balls to play tennis with (Hah) You'll be in some shit like flies and fuck the witnesses

(MOTHERFUCK!) Niggas that doubt and thought we wasn't killin' shit (Uh-huh) (WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin' it diligently (Uh-huh) (PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly (Uh-huh) (DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry (Uh-huh) (MOTHERFUCK!) Niggas that doubt and thought we wasn't killin' shit (Uh-huh) (WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin' it diligently (PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly (Uh-huh) (DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry

You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed I have nuts of a horse, and you ain't got no balls Come runnin' with tec-9's whenever niggas would call Bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, shoot up classway halls I don't give a fuck, who you call to come You came with thirty niggas, I only came with one That just goes to show you how much scrap a nigga got in me You gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin' you into these Situations you in, don't get that "Purple Pills" shit confused With us bein' cool up here singin' "My Band" I'm sure you see these little kids cryin' over me man They'll do anything for a fuckin' autograph So say that shit loud enough out of the fuckin' crowd and I'll show you the meanin' of die-hard fans Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis That's what I mean by get, back; I mean get, back Or find your head detached from that Mitchell & Ness So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh I digress I guess I'm just too fresh, to finish that line Denaun's ain't next

(MOTHERFUCK!) Niggas that doubt and thought we wasn't killin' shit (WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin' it diligently (PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly (DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry (MOTHERFUCK!) Niggas that doubt and thought we wasn't killin' shit (WHAT!) Whatever you want, we providin' it diligently (PUMP!) Double barrel wherever we go willingly (DUMPIN!) On opposition in the streets or industry