Lyrics
you got a gun too shoot dont stop
you got weed to smoke dont stop,
you got drugs to sell then dont stop,
If you front wid us u gonna get shot.
When I leave the crib, u know im strapped,
Homie its all the same, no change its a fact,
When I step up to tha mic, I spit fiya,
Y'all kno when i do it, aint no1 higher.
I'm still a G homie, I still got k'z,
I'm like Microsoft, but i sell to the fiends.
Gotta pack some heat, fo me no need,
Got ppl in street who do it fo free.
I'ma don son, neva on the scene,
But my presence is felt like a tsunami.
You cant get to me, homie, please,
Dun make me get u beggin on yo knees,
Its the brothahood homez they ridin wid me,
Front on me, ull be gone wid the breeze,
U got red on yo head, you gona drop,
Thats enough fo now but i aint gona stop.
I spit like em got words like pac,
Believe or not ima get to the top,
Y'all be like man he sound the same,
I can flip it i can spit it, im plain insane,
If u want beef son u know im game,
I leave u dead in mud leakin from the brain,
When they c u they be like wat a shame,
Thats what u get if u take ma name.
Now y'all be askin why yo words so violence,
Wen u aint in the street bein chased by sirens.
I'm an angry muthafucka but i keep it to ma self,
If my rage is unleashed the effect will be felt.
I got no control u can call me the hulk,
But i dun turn green, i jus kill in bulk,
U dun want me to do what say in a rap,
U'll be hangin on a tree widout a brain attached
