(feat. Alfa Mega & Busta Rhymes)

[Intro:]

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba
You #~!!@ ^!$$%s feelin to make me kill one a ya'll


[Chorus:]
Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt

Better tell em I aint playin
Cuz its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang
Right up under my shirt
Run up on the way hang and bang

Cuz its all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
You feelin to get hurt, murked, Put em in the dirt, boy you better catch me first [x4]


[Verse 1: T.I.P.]
A lot a #~!!@ ^!$$%s talk like brawl, runnin they mouth

That is till I run in they house, put the gun up in they mouth
Tell a ^!$$% talk %#@! now, and then you know the gun go BLAO
I aint scared of the law, naw

Ima bout to go to war, what it is ^!$$%, win lose or draw
I never get caught murkin yall, cuz it aint wat you do
The question is who saw? Im way too raw

Catch me any day you want, You can think im a player if you want
But that fact still remains that if I got an AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone

Don't get me wrong cuz some ^!$$%s wana kill me too (but where they at?)
But it aint bout %#@!, cuz its very well known where im at
You can catch me in the booth right now if it really like that

Naw ^!$$% let me ho get, I mean the whole %#@!
The 44 spit, they holla ?oh %#@!?, you protectin her, then you both hit
You better check your gut cuz you be so sick

Let the chopper leave you wit no dick, Or a plastic bag holdin your %#@!
Leave six in you, a couple more in the (*##$
And I don't miss, cuz im focused


[Chorus]


[Verse 2: Alfa Mega]
A lot of ^!$$%s might talk loud, act real
But they don't really want this here

#~!!@ ^!$$%s better act right, lay low
We know where ya family live
Trust me you don't want me up in yo crib

Wit a ski mask o,n duct tapin ya kids
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive
You shoulda been doin that before you did what you did

I aint gotta spell it out, pimp you know what it is
Unless incase you are real, you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me dressed in black

50 at the front door, 50 at the back
Half got Ks half got Macs
Bring em out bring em out show me where they at

We can do em right here or we can catch em in the trap
Run up on this ^!$$% put a hole in his hat
His brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap

Dump 50 more in em and tell em to hold that
Lights out, no austa miata, asta la vista, sia nara
E too, no tomorrow, no remorse, and no sorrow

And the next one of yall ^!$$%s try me like that
I swear to god im really gon snap


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Right now Ima give ya somethin thatll make a ^!$$% beg please
When the bullet blows by make you feel a little breeze
Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth rubber grip handle for the squeeze

I keep a couple of those for the ^!$$%s who talk %#@! when I go to Jacob and I cop that ring
If you tryin to see me ima @@#! that thing, ima pop that thing, shots gon sting, really?
The ^!$$% by this other truck with me, and, for most of the other ^!$$%s stuck with me

Ill tell you something, if you really were smart and you knew better people would probably tell you don't f**k wit me
(Front) if you want motherf**ker you can catch it
Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet
Pop off, police pull me over, belief I gotta compartment if I gotta stash it
Must I just remind yall ^!$$%s when I come through knowin ima find yall ^!$$%s

Take two, break two, bust so many shots, gunpowder probably blind yall ^!$$%s
Ok, See you don't really wanna feel a Mossberg blow
Clap up a ^!$$% then I cap up a ^!$$%, when I finish it'll turn into a observe show
Look, listen, and you better observe yo
[?]-iticism from the glock burn slow

%#@!ll probably twist you up just a little
And have your body leanin like a quarter past fo
Stay down, better lay down, checkin for a ^!$$% comin n put ya body in the dirt
I don't play (*##$, you really need to go the other way even though I got it under my shirt


[Chorus]