100 Yard Dash

[Intro] Everybody get the fuck down now Soul in the building Yeah, we taking everything Everything you got [Verse 1] Hit the deck I need everything you possess I suggest you cooperate for this tech Send you to the doctor to operate You complicate my scheme to get rich I'll put this heat to your T, let it steam a little bit Look, when the chips get low, my fifth just blow Anything that I could pawn, come about that, dog It's money to be made and if you got it I'm taking it Just run it like a Jamaican and shut the fuck up, nigga [Hook] And that might leave more than a rash I'm coming for your ass Please hand me the cash Cause when I'm down on my last I gotta re-up fast Point me to your stash Don't make me say it again Before I lay you with Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them Frankly I'm a menace In fact I'm ready to blast So whatever you got, run it Like a 100 yard dash [Verse 2] Coming for you Don't let me catch you slipping in that pretty whip you dip in You would get pulled out Like my dick in these women when I'm finna bust, don't test my clout Your execution is a must, no doubt For the longest niggas been taking my kindness for weakness But this trigger is killing me and I'm just dying to squeeze it Fire for hire, don't let your murder transpire Thinking you will live forever like a fucking vampire I arose from the dark to claim everything you own And there's nothing between us but opportunity and this chrome It don't take a genius to know I mean this, so ante up Before I load the cannon up and blow your ass to Canada Nigga [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm wild with it, pistol whip whoever's in the house with it Call the cops, tell 'em like a date, I'm going out with it Give me the goods, give me the hand me downs Tell your wife to pull her panties down I need those too, what you gon' do? Don't jeopardize your life, for the nigga hard body made of cement Plus I'm loaded like this clip, off of the Seagrams Lay you on the floor like granite Granted your granny watching, I'm grinning like I ain't just hit 'em Better believe it, my head's sort of off, shit I would have robbed Jesus for the cross if I caught him slipping God forgive him for this long arm like Pippen The cars honk but times is hard hard and I gotta eat Give me the watch, the Sean-John, even your sneaks Give me your socks, your drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes Give me your stocks, your bonds, your blunts, your bongs Your food in the fridge, your iPod, your celly You say I'm wrong but I'm deadly That's dead wrong so I'm heavy Like Chris Wallace, regardless You're getting stuck up, pussy Like a tampon with a handgun, push me But I ain't on the swings, I got this infrared beam and it wouldn't miss a thing Bow! [Outro] Chyea! Rose I got you nigga I want everything I want the jewels, the watches, the bling bling, all that shit All y'all little niggas getting your chains robbed I'm on you I'm just playing y'all, I wouldn't hurt a fly Came out dope though Carson arsonist Yeah, it's funny that you say Carson-Carson arsonist That's where you're from right? Carson? Yes, yes sir Where is that exactly? If I looked on a map, where would I be lookin'? Carson is right in between Compton and Long Beach Shout out to Carson, Del Amo, that's where I'm from though, DA