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You ain't finna disrespect us
Stand on my two
N**** what you wanna do
Show respect where it's due
Or imma check ya
Told you Imma act a fool
When I come through
Man I'll be lookin' for you
Aiming from the neck up
My n****s got tools
Killers ain't got rules
They gon do what they do
We gon catch ya
N**** you won't have a clue
When it's through
They'll be asking what happened to you

I put your body in a bag
At ya mommy with the mag
Do a hommy and a half
I'm in the lobby with the mask
N****s get hyped up and hit with the hot ones
Try to show a lil' heart now you ain't got one
You don't want war, I leave ya ass hit up
Slit up can't sit up have ya niggas yelling get up
Dying over pride
Man he should've gave his chain up
Hit his ass twice now they gotta clean your brains up

You ain't finna disrespect us
Stand on my two
N**** what you wanna do
Show respect where it's due
Or imma check ya
Told you Imma act a fool
When I come through
Man I'll be lookin' for you
Aiming from the neck up
My n****s got tools
Killers ain't got rules
They gon do what they do
We gon catch ya
N**** you won't have a clue
When it's through
They'll be asking what happened to you

N****s don't really wanna bump heads
Put ya punk ass in the trunk dead
N****s think they pumping
Til' I pump lead
Like tell me where the stash at
Money where the cash at
N****s don't really wanna bump heads
Put ya punk ass in the trunk dead
N****s think they pumping
Til' I pump lead
He tired of getting robbed
Now he trynna sell his packs back

You got ya ass on ya back
Betta watch what you say boy
Talking like I won't off em
I'm at ya face boy
Name a better predator
I'm top of the food chain, induce pain
A mad man when my mood change
Get the script flipped
You trip get out of character
I leave you face down on the ground
Won't even bury ya
You ride or die, right-hand man, I get em' sprayed up
Rah, God, Buddha, Allah I hope you prayed up

You ain't finna disrespect us
Stand on my two
N**** what you wanna do
Show respect where it's due
Or imma check ya
Told you Imma act a fool
When I come through
Man I'll be lookin' for you
Aiming from the neck up
My n****s got tools
Killers ain't got rules
They gon do what they do
We gon catch ya
N**** you won't have a clue
When it's through
They'll be asking what happened to you

N****s don't really wanna bump heads
Put ya punk ass in the trunk dead
N****s think they pumping
Til' I pump lead
Like tell me where the stash at
Money where the cash at
N****s don't really wanna bump heads
Put ya punk ass in the trunk dead
N****s think they pumping
Til' I pump lead
He tired of getting robbed
Now he trynna sell his packs back

N****s don't really wanna bump heads
Put ya punk ass in the trunk dead
N****s think they pumping
Til' I pump lead
Like tell me where the stash at
Money where the cash at
N****s don't really wanna bump heads
Put ya punk ass in the trunk dead
N****s think they pumping
Til' I pump lead
He tired of getting robbed
Now he trynna sell his packs back