[Intro]
If i swing this blade then its more than attempted
Shit can get hot in a second
Mind where you're steppin', watch what you're reppin'
Straight red top like Chicago Bulls
Lace my hands up, put on my 4s, i see man slip, trip up get bored
[Verse 1]
Mind where you're steppin', watch what you're reppin'
Shit can get hot in a second
You can get yourself shot in a second
If not it's a cheffing
Where I'm from P-Block you can never fuck around
You can get your ass dropped off to Heaven
I'm the man with the drugs
I can Cheminstrate ten-out-of-ten
Cats know where to get it
If youre in it for life, throw up your set
You ain't gotta tell me, I know that there wet
Free Kizz that's my crow to the death (?) remind you the time (?) followed by feds
I dont rap too much, check my rap sheet
And i rancho the wild like a (?)
I can tell you all about phones, grub and fillin up guns in a man's (?)
Its not just me, its the bad B that comes from a toxic family
2 sweets in the dots, no candy, make your head rock like the Flintstone family
Im being as real as i can be, reason the fakes and the jakes can't stand me
And i know that the opps can't stand me, buck them weapons get drawn like Stan Lee
[Verse 2]
If i swing this blade then its more than attempted
Blood on my ramz, man swept it and kept it, I make sure the ramz gets disinfected
I won't tolerate disrespecting
Never know would man i might swing my hand, slash up unexpected
Ask about man, had to hire detective, ring on my finger so i know im protected
Dont talk about bait, all my stabbings were bait
Couldn't bust his door, so i window cheffed him
Fall back and my head gets hot cah my head gets hot there ain't no prevention
Slap 2 bells and push up the barrel, click that safety and rise that tendon
Turn and twist when i back my flicks, i pushed that in had the opp boy trembling
Side by side with the local (?) dont-, dont get hit from a distance
Straight red top like Chicago Bulls
Lace my hands up, put on my 4s, i see man slip, trip up get bored
I find that a man that i fuck with fucks with the opps so i cut that cord dont get in my way before i bust that force
[Verse 3]
Grab the coat, fling it in, work my wrist, this ain't gym
Free (?) got grabbed by the spin, its a risk but the mandem still cop things
Striker dont splash them fools, Digga dont press them tools
I know, see we are bigger than this thing but the gang been bad from small
Them man dont step like their foot's been bruck
Eye on the blinds when i cook this up
Im a chef in the kitchen, chef in the streets and my right hand's good with guns
Got around (?) but she know i ain't releasin funds
In the sheets she a freaky one and my bitch wants to link she a sneaky one
[Verse 4]
Hot nigga like Bobby imma rubber like Rowdy
Four hoes in the whip no Audi
Its hard (?) in it dont bring them around me
Magnum (?) but she think im an (?)
Soften the pot coulda (?)
One ten on the N got me drowsy, bro got 4 and a half like reload
Cah the judge said thats bottles of (?)
(?) on (?) she know that i step up
Hold on? Whos that? Switch off the headlights, lean out the window, let that Tec rise
Teeth- Teeth- Teeth and this rambo sharp, rip through skin, dont care about (?)
Last time i took that on a test drive, told bro (?), he just bust redlights, im uptown doing (?) french fries
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