(feat. Frayser Boy)

[Chorus 1X]

Don't let your mouth write a check that that $$# can't cash
Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that $$# get blast
Don't let them ^!$$%s pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad

Don't let me run up on yo $$# and you end up in the past

I know this ^!$$% and he always be talking that bull%#@!

But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
Like $#&@ing with the realest the illest will $#&@ing kill him
A straight up headbuster and also a real ^!$$%

There's gon be consequences so ^!$$%s just run in here
I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
A (*##$ ^!$$% talking is something I can't stand

Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land
The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest

Don't $#&@ with me ^!$$% that's something I have to stress
Keep talking %#@! boy your gonna end up with one less
I'm out the Bay ^!$$% that's something you gonna respect

And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
Don't give a %#@! bout you I treat you like my hoe
Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe


[Chorus 2x]


When I buck em, touch em, $#&@ em, now you clutching laying down
Got you ducking mutha$#&@er, turn that smile to a frown
I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest

I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya
Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho
I'm most definitely bringing pain to you ^!$$%s

like some (*##$es when I step up in this thang
All you ^!$$%s do is gossip like some lil' hoes
You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles

Now you running while I'm gunning
Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya

Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast
I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes

Blow yo $$# off ??
Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report


[Chorus 2x]


[Project Pat]
Now $#&@ this !@#$ talking
Make you (*##$es bring the pain

Catch yo hoe $$# walking stick a tone to ya brain
You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe
I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve

I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking
Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam

But the jokes on you jack slapped his $$# with the gat
Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
My ^!$$% I don't save 'em beat em like a (*##$

Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew
Superman stick your chest out

And watch this 38 slug blow your back out
Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead
I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead