[Chorus x2]
Y'all ^!$$%z know (wut wut y'all ^!$$%z know what I'm about)
Y'all ^!$$%z know, find me at my do' when the guns come out


[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine

Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm $#&@in' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a ^!$$% head all the time

Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a ^!$$% money low

You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, #~!!@ and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome

The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away

I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
^!$$% play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your $$# dead


[Chorus x2]
Y'all ^!$$%z know (wut wut y'all ^!$$%z know what I'm about)

Y'all ^!$$%z know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 2]

In the hood, hoopty, hate low, ^!$$%z don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress

Hard ^!$$%z finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, $#&@ it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed

Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
$#&@ around and get ya cap peeled
^!$$% you know the drill, Brownsville

Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ?? fathom too

^!$$% welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who sign language actually let their guns talk
Look homie, I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crips

I'm cool but if there's a problem, ^!$$% I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the %#@! (*##$


[Chorus x2]
Y'all ^!$$%z know (wut wut y'all ^!$$%z know what I'm about)

Y'all ^!$$%z know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 3]

I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle

Scope, infra-red, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your $$#, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla

Search, find a ^!$$%, run up behind a ^!$$%
Shoot car windows out to flatline a ^!$$%
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy

You on your way to meet your maker, ^!$$% are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my ^!$$%z new macs and llamas

Got respect for you, ?? I will commodate you
One phone call and ^!$$%z will exterminate you
No future $#&@in' with me, there's no tomorrow

^!$$%z'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

[Chorus x2]

Y'all ^!$$%z know (wut wut y'all ^!$$%z know what I'm about)
Y'all ^!$$%z know, find me at my do' when the guns come out