Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (oh) And when I hit the block I still, will kill! And I don't want, nigga but I will if I got to, kill! If niggas get to fuckin' around
Yeah! Respect come from admiration or fear You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap So if a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal of infiltry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Hecklar Koch should tear half of your ass off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!
Yeah! Where I'm from death is always in the air homie Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on Niggas know if not they better check my background Try and stick me, I'll fill your back with mac rounds Ask Preme nigga 50 don't back down I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line boy I'm gonna air your ass out Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't changed up The O.G's wanna talk but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind All across the globe like the worlds mine Yeah!
Konvict! Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance And seen a mac aimin' at your head man Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscing and your body is drippin' and full of lead man I done been there (uh huh), I done cocked that (uh huh), It ain't ever been a question about that Don't go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, without a couple meta pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessee breeze, but 50 don't make me ride on these niggas (Hey) 'cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'cause I been long gone like the ripper, so..