Man all these motherfuckin' niggas out here man

Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex form these

Sorry punk pussy no good hatin'

My nigga you done pushed the wrong button

I ain't never ran this hot

Now you the number one nigga

I wanna whip the piss out

And this not a threat bet that

I ain't gonna let that shit slide

Gotta get that bitch right

Want him dead by midnight

I followed him from the crib to the crack spot

I watched him go in and come back out

I got ready to pull the mack out

Sandwiched him by the theater of 610

Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now what his dick's in

Shit I seen a slab get stripped

The discs seats and sound gone

And candy paint burnt to a crisp

These niggas gettin' hated on

For the '84's that they skatin' on

jackers in the dark alley waited on

The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack

Pistol to his back took 4 ounces of crack

And a fat dozier sack

That's why I pack my nigga

That's why I pray cuz where I stay

I got to carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day

Motherfuckers wanna start shit every way

That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day

The p-l-e-x is crowdin' all my space

'Bout to pop this mothefucker cuz he standin' in my place

He sellin' on my block

jackin' from my boys

They comin' on our side

Goin' down and talkin' noise

Now I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid

He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the boys for they blades

Gettin' em for they Chevy 'burban

They jumpin' out of hoo doos

Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of candy blues

Talkin' bout give it up smooth

Baby boy it's some hatin' goin' on in P