[Intro:]
So you can keep on hatin' keep hatin' what I do
But i know that you like it, you know you like it to...

-Drop of the first hook-
So you wanna be a gangsta wanna be a Ryda,
Say you rollin hard but ya really not a soldier,

Say that your a playa but ya gettin played on
Stuck up in the game ye while get my pay on...


[Verse 1:]
I wont stop and you know it too,
Look at all the bull %#@! I've been through,

Got anotha minute wanna bring you down,
Hit it I'mma say it how you like me now,
Hate it cause they all wanna be like me,

Cause alotta women wanna be wit me,
L-I-L G-U-N,
Down to pull the track back until the end,

Runnin' a muck on a daily,
Locoz clique and I'm crazy,
Takin' flipz witcha lady,

Talk ya %#@! you cant phase me,
Got anotha pen i can overload,
Flick up on the pen when I let it go,

9-0-6-5 till the "o",
Can't nobody sing it when I'm in the zone,


I don't really know what it really is,
To be streets since they were kids,
Open ya kid hope they come out,

Only get crazy with homies around,
Know on these streets no more delays,
You know that i really know so many ways,

You ain't the same you just a lame,
Tryin' to stay up in this game...


[Hook (2x):]

[Verse 2:]


A shame of an enemy,
I though he was a friend of me,

I gotta get a little better !@!@&&,
Yea you wanna come and get it,
I'mma make ya fill the pain,


A psycho, I'mma reload and I'm leavin you insane,
I'm leavin' a blessin' of daisy's,

I'm sobbin' and stackin' the roses,
I chill like a fo' when I'm blazin,
I'm cooler than cold than my flow is,

How many elderly victims,
How many more will I get,
I'm tellin' my parters go sick em,

I'm blasted all up on my neck,
I'm true to the game, true to the streets,
True to my lyrics and true to my beats,

Cause every time that I'm bumpin' a rhyme,
I'm makin' it sure everything is in line,
Your future is gold but your still a new,

I do what I do I ain't got %#@! to prove,
Else you know what I am talking about,


Have no remorse when I'm taking em out,
Runnin' your mouth don't know the rules,
$#&@ing with cuete then your gunna lose,

If your in my shoes,
I bet they un-do's, thinkin that...


[Hook (2x):]

Verse 3-

who in the $#&@ do you think that you are
cant see me from close cant see me from far
im rippin it up like if its hellas guitar

now you know why people call me a star
keepin it loaded inside of my pocket
papers so big that it spitz like a rocket
no one can bring it the way that i drop it
go and keep hitting but your gunna stop it


bringin the %#@! that you never come at it
compare me to you then im labled the baddest
im leaving em $#&@ed up and rapped up in bandages
if you couldent handle this why dont you candle it

know that im bringing the heat(heat)
knocking you off of your feet(feet)
the cuete can never be weak(weak)
ill put you to bed when you sleep(sleep)
your taking and blowing your actions

make an example turns to ashes
leaving them cacheous
all that im askin keepin it crazy gangsta fashion
its the one and only ese little gun up in the mix
serving the %#@! you think you dont bun


[Hook to Fade:]