This is the darkest shit sparkest shit

Hittin wit the hardest shit cuz before we started shit

Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me

Said fuck it bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this

He got my back I got his schemin on mad niggaz

Dats how we do bidz

It’s about time to start another, robbin spree

Cuz yo, my way is highway, robbery

When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin

Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga?

I’ll be back to see if you’ll be still here

You know my style will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair

He’ll never walk again, on the strength of me

Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me

Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one

From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done…

Yo yo, E-V-E

My dogz believe in me

Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me

I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one’z, tussle wit these

Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, huh

Made a sudden move you got bit

Flooded wit the double R, real street shit

Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it

Turn my face when I bust a cannon

Cuz I don’t wear sunblock

Ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)

Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop

We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the block

We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks

Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out

And buy out bars till we see far

In this game, we beat y’all, you got money?

Keep y’alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out fire

Beat y’alls

And you can come see me if you tryin to

Get some gramz for the night

Cuz I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white

Fuck rap yo, I’d rather be plannin the flights

Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes

Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains

One at a time, y’all start from the front of the line

But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me

And still end up bein mad cuz I charge 50

And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz

And screw yo awardz, my son can’t eat those plaques

I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget

Like if you spent three you garanteed to make back six

Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off

Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off

Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz

Cuz they know that the double R’s comin for war

Wha

You ain’t ready to die, then why should you live?

Cuz when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids

And the Pieer’s still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks

We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th

Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks

Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock

I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch

I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist

Put it together, double it twice this shit is my life

Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of Nikes

And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face

Gimmie a shank It’s Holiday(Uh)

The hooptie’s in the front but the truck is a mile away

Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they’ll probabaly die today

Cuz da Pio’ll hollow the gunz

Then holla at son (I feel you nigga)

And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one

Y’all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever

When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather

They right there, but you scared that they gon bust

Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us

See I’m one shot thru the heart like Cupid

Y’all niggaz might be crazy, but y’all not stupid

It’s 99, I’m killin you, woman and kid

Fuck Scarface, watch me, I’m mo action to see

Than the muthafuckaz that y’all see on T.V.

And fuck what you heard, check how Sheek get down

Comes the gun, shit, I’m rhymin wit one on me now

You neva know, what clown could walk in the studio

Talkin shit, and there’s gon be more than the amps that blow

I’ll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach

Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo match

And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I’m thirsty

I’ll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy

And I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey

I got call cops niggaz

I got autops niggaz, that’ll bust you and slide

Wit some of 6-drop niggaz

Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked

Say I smoked detox niggaz

Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz

Y’all niggaz ain’t fuckin wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and water?

You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya

And watch ya burn off fat, dog I’m off the thermostat

Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that

Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I’ll mail out bullets

More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage

Buck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you

You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly

When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chips

Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shit

Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick

So I got knots on knots, got thingz that’ll pop yo top

And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y’all drop

And ain’t nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair

Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don’t give a fuck