Uh, yeah, mmmm
William H. ^!$$%s
Holla, yeah, yo


[HOOK:]
That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last

That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin today


[JIGGA]
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down

When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face

I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight

Leave ^!$$%s confused from the day to the night
At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin

I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent

If not, you somebody up close to sin
Thou shalt not $#&@ with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke mother$#&@ers


[HOOK]


[JIGGA]
I said thou shalt not $#&@ with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not $#&@ with raw me, or he

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

And y'all choke ^!$$%s

[HOOK]


[JIGGA]
Y'all don't understand

I said thou shalt not $#&@ with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke ^!$$%s


[HOOK]

[JIGGA]

See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
!@&@e distribute, be where the ghostes visit

Where the demons live, %#@! my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y'all get the $#&@ outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute

I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child $#&@ it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt

Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
%#@! it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
^!$$%s is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress

Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay...

I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
Ahh %#@! man...
Young Hova ya heard?

Who could $#&@ wit him?