[Verse 1: Playa Fly]
Niggas best beware of that motherfuckin` villain
It`s hard to fuck wid us, so prepare for the killin`
Livin` where it`s realer man and you don`t know the feelin`
It`s time to grab my glock and make a rocket for the million
Creepin on yo ass wid that mask what ya wanna do
Boom is that sound shootin` rounds down glock we do
All my row dogs down smokin` pounds it`s that nigga who
Don`t give a fuck, test your nuts, catch a slug fool
Nigga wid the mind full of crime don`t be guessin`
If you fail to see him then a bullet you`ll be catchin`
Always packin` a weapon so keep steppin` don`t let it happen
You know that talkin` shit, as my lyrics start to cappin`
The homies in the house and it`s no doubt I`m finna sew shit up
As I tape it over walk right over then I fulls you up
Pass a sack and drink the yack and let my niggas roll it up
Now we gettin` smoked out, now my locs get loc`d out
Scopin` out the victim for the slayin` man
you know I`m still up in this bitch
Niggas from down South we so gap, wid this gangsta shit
Nigga best believe it`s about that cheesin` and I`ll rob you trick
Grippin` on my glock, pop, pop, pop, nigga that`s my shit I`m slick
Raise up off these playas nuts, shank you I don`t give a fuck
Nigga we can slang throw them thangs what the fuck is up
Bangin` the fuckin` microphone that nigga straight from Tennessee
Psychopathic, schizophrenic, bitches cannot fuck with me,
Three Six on my dizick, hoe stop swingin` on my fuckin` nuts
Keep on talkin` shit I just might stick you in your fuckin` guts
Niggas shankin`, now I think it`s time to blaze that B-U-D
Now I`m high, really high, a hustla in reality
Enter the asylum of a motherfuckin` lunatic
Introduce you to my tone let`s get in to some gangsta shit
Nigga wid the mind full of crime I`m about to click
Shots up to you playa hatas till you give me somethin` nig
Back up off my dick because you know you cannot fuck wit this
Leave your body burnin` in a motherfuckin` crucifix
(Yeh, like I said before, we still up in this bitch...)
Hook (sounds like Eazy E being mixed in)
[Verse 2:]
Up early in the morning, rollin` tokin` swisher blunts
Thinkin` to myself, how, can I get this junt crunk
Light up another blunt, now I`m feelin` super straight
Playa hatin` bitch type niggas who I really hate
So I have to meditate, just to keep my mind right
If I don`t it`s gonna be a killin` at the midnight
Pimp tight lyricist, busta can`t fade this
Leave ya body in a grave talkin` all that weak shit
Come and get your wig split, but you ain`t, cause you can`t
Step to a psycho, gotta let you know,
Once before we let the bullets flow,
Got the rap game sold up, hold the, speaker, now it`s time to clicka
Bang bang shoot `em up, bloodied up ya fuckin` guts
Trick I thought I told you don`t you ever try to test my nuts
Creepin` through the front door slowly, like a fuckin` sniper
Hyper, than a muhfuckin` fired piper
Silence, violence, is all that I think about
One two three four punks that you read about
[Verse 3:]
It be Lil Chee-zy in the back,
That nigga wid that three eight gat
Keeps that motherfucka packed,
Just in case these niggas act
Like they wanna hustla hate,
I`m tryna feed my fuckin` kids
I be damned if they don`t eat,
Tryna take what`s mine you trick
Any end will have to take to split a punk ass nigga`s dome,
Chop a hater wid my chrome, take off my mask so I could be known
I don`t give a fuck got shit to lose I just go buck
you feel the ooze ain`t had enough now catch the blues
my shit is rough you knew the rules,
before you stepped, to a pimp tight nigga-ro,
And I ain`t scared to go toe to toe to let these bitch ass niggas know
It`s gon` take a murder case to put these tricks up in they place
Lock you in my Chevy will bump for E&G keeps twistin` skunk
Playas get your fuckin` gat, cause you know the robber`s back
It`s so Fly got for these punks cause Lil Chee-zy gettin` it crunk
Hook
[Verse 4: Playa Fly]
Everlastin` gangsta Playa bound to reach the fuckin` top
SPV is backin` me, bustin` wide playa lock
Niggas down from Jackson bumpin` tracks and keep us taxin` hoe
Fly done buy that whitey`s got you frighten on that goodie dope
Dirty dud and gangsta stayin` ri-zaw and inflictin` pain
Playa from the shower full ah powder coca fuckin` caine
Gettin` it crunk and gettin` a drank, pon a funky roadster bitch
Down to make a dollar don`t you holler busta follow this
SPL is super thick, clickin` quickly full ah blunts
Now that Playa`s on the scene, tell me did Fly get it crunk?
