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I only fk wit those, who only fk wit me
A sucka' play for games, a main play for keeps
I keeps me a nine millimeter just in case
A cowards in my face
These bullets he gon taste
A waste of your life, steppin' wrong, im on trees
Best to leave me alone, best to go make some cheese
Enemies come in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors
Could be your best friend, cousin, or brothers
I rob'em all, just to see who got the fattest stack
Walked in the bank, put the loot in the Kroger sack
Slapped on the guard four times fo he passed out
Eyes on the blow and my pockets was assed out
Had on a trench coat, wig and some goggles
Ifn you resist, you may not see tomorrow
Im in there, outta there the police couldn't get me
But I made a slip up: had a trick wit me.
Chorus X2:
Dont turn around (Give me the fkin cheese trick)
Dont make a sound (Show me where them keys at)
Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat)
Fore I buck you down (and Im quicks to do that)
nigg* starting braggin in his hood bout the robbery
Wasn't long then, fore somebody dropped the dime on me
Ima be the one they cant get to, they picked the boy up
Run his mouth just like a fool, he gon get me fked up
But, Ima have to get to him before the police do-a
Caught up with him night and day, not him and his crew-a
Sprang down Chelsie Ave. kinda in the evening
For this muhfkas death, dawg I was fiend'n
He was looking at me strange, like Ima catcha
I done hopped out with the thang, lemme holla atcha,
Foo, where you been dog? (My momma got sick, main!)
fck that got to do witchu? (Hold up I aint your b*tch, main!)
I heard you been talking your muh-fkin lips loose (Nah, it aint like that dawg, I aint no d*mn fool)
Looking in his eyes, I could see that he was so scared
I squeezed on the trigga with the gun to his fo-head.
(Chorus x2)
Blew the top out his skull, now they want me dead
All the in his hood, police and the feds
Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the side
On the other side of town, somewhere I can hide
I done threw my life away, hunted by them by pigs
Robbing every other day, drops in off my nig
They done found my whereabouts, bouts to do me in
Kickin in the front door, and I was in the den
SK was under the couch, sn*tch it off the wham
Open fire on them hoes, I didn't give a d*mn
Blood stream was full of dope, pump off coca leaf
Feds had me under a scope, and an infrared beam
Rifle bullet threw my throat, chokin, hit tha flo
Gunpowder in my mouth, knockin heavens door
Street life done took me out, and that s**t aint fake
I done fk myself off, cause a bad mistake