(I'll kill me a muthafucka) Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground Ain't no way you can stop it on that hot shit, we can get it popping I told you, don't fuck with me,

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on

You might not never come down You may never ever come down It took too long to get this high off the ground Don't run, just stay awhile Now you, drank up all my liquor, come on What I'm supposed to do now? You talkin' all that shit, now come on You gonna

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

This is the business Prepare to take witness And the headline is that We runnin' shit To the type of ish that we on, we on By the time that you get there We already been there We done packed up