The in the business Yea, about that time, ya heard? We the best nigga, we nigga
I sit alone in my dirty ass at candles, high on drugs All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 Schemin' on you
I sit alone in my dirty ass at candles, high on drugs All alone wit my on Mac 10 handle on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner watchin' Hard Boiled I feel I'm crazy, my brain on drugs My bullet proof on run, late at the night look for Cuz
Just ride through his and when I see that chump I'ma jump out the and dump my gun You ain't neva been do it so you scared of that shit Hit me on a song and say, P pop a lot off
Too of that gangsta music, nah, this reality rap I really go through it in interrogation I don't crack, nigga, I don't got for ya Talk to my lawyer,
Nowadays is hard to Be careful where you pull that trigger, got you on film got eyes in the sky, we under surveillance That on star on your car track everywhere you've
Gotta watch I say, they tappin' my cell phone They wanna and peak inside of my home I'm and it's not the weed In my rear view mirror these cars, follow me
So I bust rights and lefts, and rights Till I stop seeing those headlights I circle my block to make sure it's smooth Before I go upstairs to my four corner
I sit alone in my dirty ass Starin' at candles, high on All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle on you niggaz
I sit alone in my ass room Starin' at candles, high on All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle Schemin' on you
I be in my hot ass room dope, loadin' bullets in my clip for you I ain't wipin' my sweat, it's keepin' me cool I ain't even sweatin' you niggaz, I'ma you
Eventually it happens like At the club with his boys, at the mall with his think it's gon' be a fight Death comes to who wind me up
And you beg me to stop but I just keep Puttin' pressure on the trigger 'til you asleep a baby (Son up) no maybe Coulda, shoulda, shot back, you too hasty
I'm so impulsive, I start gunnin' right in front of Jesus, Mary and (Oh my God) If that's what it is, nigga I'ma You not playin' me like the bitch (Ayo, Mary)
I sit alone in my dirty ass Starin' at candles, on drugs All alone wit my hand on Mac 10 Schemin' on you
I sit in my dirty ass room at candles, high on drugs All wit my hand on Mac 10 handle on you niggaz
Yeah, right, you know how we do it nigga (Uh, huh) I sit up all and plot on your head nigga (Oh, we comin')
It's not a fuckin' (We comin', we comin', nigga) Oh, we comin' believe that (If he should to write your name down)
We runnin' around gettin' this money on You know what I'm (Should he out) I ain't got time for you bitch ass niggaz But um, this weekend I got time
You know what I'm sayin'? I might just put work in (Yea we fit 'em in, put 'em in the schedule) It's like they forgot or somethin', I come poppin' for you I don't give a who you wit, daytime, where the fuck we at
You betta stop, drop and roll (Uh, huh) And it's on and poppin', high on drugs, that's Schemin' on you niggaz, Mac 10
I use to a AC and kept a Mac in the engine
Is this is it, Have you heard of a named? (Yo, the P) Isn't it that stingy With an full of money?