Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers

I ain't no killer right

But y'all niggaz gon' make me one

For real.. leave me alone, shit

You fuckin with the wrong one brotha

I'm telling ya



I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya

with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers

putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy

and watchin him die slow

you need full clips to push up in the joint

when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint

cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point

that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint

but they'll box you in the corner

and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner

ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya

you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna

not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle

till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle

till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)

till there's a murial on your block and some candles

who wanna die?



[Chorus]

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown

cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck



my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)

but if they ever get the watch on my left arm

ima have more bury than that guy stephon

first they put that white seed over you brother

then the newspapers put you all over the cover

then you in a suit one hand cross over the other

next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother

a tinted hearse is what most men leave