What More Do They Want

The 357 spin around nice
Hit your left shoulder, you spin around twice

I've been about like ten generations and still around hype
I had brown, been around whites
Baited up a Mac-10, I swing it round right
I know exactly what it sounds like
I take it back to old school, swinging round knives
I know you think my niggas sound hype
But my niggas don't talk, we put it down like
Reaching for a pistol and putting down lives
Big Mizzy with the whistle and make it sound like

Yeah, I lay it down tight
And everything's just exactly what it sounds like
I know exactly what them rounds might do
I know exactly what the pound's like, true
I get erratic on the brown and white
Food nigga, I was trapping from this dynamite

Blue, you can't fuck with the size of man's
Shoe, tryna cop a crib with the Spiderman
View, niggas can't rap, they be biting man's
Tunes then get excited when my title ends
Lose, don't ever diss or ride on man's
Crew, fuck that, I'm a lighter man

What more do they want from me?
Niggas always testing the powers I constantly
They wanna get a response from me
They need to realise I'm a monster, B
What more do they want from me?
What more do they want from G?
I might pop it off monstrously

I live a mad life
And the chain on my neck's blinging mad bright
If I say I've been good, that'd be a mad lie

I've been a bad guy

I push my flag high
Up there with the pigeons and the magpies
Get the coke bagged up then get the bag tied
Smash it all out and cop a mad ride
I'm over here on the black side
Couple greazy white villains and some black guys
Niggas say we ain't official, that's a fat lie

Niggas talking out their backside
I'mma move it over to the swag side
Nigga, I brought swagger to these rap guys
I can see they pay attention to my rap lies
I was listening to their shit and thought it matched mine

It's putting swagger on the map time
True Religion boogers got these niggas flatlined
I was getting money from a trap line
But now it's that time, rap's mine

From the crack line
And the black bandana and the strap time
In the black gang's manor where the trap lies
I'm getting money over here, fuck your wack side

What more do they want from me?
Niggas always testing the powers I constantly
They wanna get a response from me
They need to realise I'm a monster, B
What more do they want from me?
What more do they want from G?
I might pop it off monstrously