Lyrics
(kuncussion : 1st Verse)
I'm back around,
packin' rounds,
under my jackets now,
crackin' down,
on these clowns,
that be actin' down,
n backin' out,
at the sound of,
automatic rounds,
scared to scrap n shit,
step back grabbin shit,
set it back like nothin' happened now,
i'll be a cracka' ass snitch,
before that goes down,
can't let no faggot ass bitch,
set a trap n bounce,
thats when we have to grab clips,
n pass em' round,
track em' down,
catch em' up,
snatch em' up,
n smack em round,
(Oz Mafioso : 1st Verse)
We shoulda done made it,
faded wit the dank,
blank face at the banquet,
can't emulate or fake it,
imma real cat still phat flows,
no gay shit,
this road imma pave it,
feel the pavement fa the pavement,
neva stop elevating,
neva relegate,
neva really hate,
neva really sputter in a matter that you really can't rate wit,
don't hold back hold that statement,
dont fold flat go back n chase it,
oh no i won't let go,
let bullshit roles blow raps adjacence,
and dammit if i hafta imma rap to crack some faces,
like a bull in a china shop finna crack some vases,
you know where ya place is,
(Chorus)
tryna cop my beats n lace this track but not wit me,
That aint gon ride,
whatcha thought they free,
come n snatch em up n drop CDs,
That aint gon ride,
livin offa me like these officas in these awful streets,
That aint gon ride,
stoppin' me n poppin me for mobbin trees,
That aint gon ride,
(Oz Mafioso : 2nd Verse)
Naa,
it aint gon slide,
you stupid if you think imma let that fly,
wont let that rolla,
pull me aside,
look ova the shoulda,
hes way behind ::way behind::
Maryjane aside,
thats the way im made,
i wasn't trained to grind,
this ain't yo business,
pay no mind,
stand in my way,
that ain't gon ride,
i think the banks all mine,
makin all the money while i speak my mind,
up on a track,
cut up,
cold facts,
i packs the punch to hold up mine,
if you can't feel what im sayin,
time to kill whatcha playin',
im here witta plan,
to continuous spray them fans,
wit venomous rhymes,
(Kuncussion : 2nd Verse)
