Oh, y'all niggas killer now, oh word?   Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib nigga   Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet nigga      Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills   Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels   Write a book full of medicine and generate mills   Tour the album, only for more sales      We used to catch those on the block with crills   Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills   Sign dems only if the math is real   If you can't match numbers   Then you can't have the head nigga in charge      And shit, live nigga rhymes artist   Pardon, P dub shines regardless   Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists   My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice      'Fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it   Loose niggas make the news when we start formin'   Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often   Doin' it past yo' delf you way out your jurisdiction      Why niggas bullshit on the grill?   I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real   I keep it thoro nigga      Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo   Why niggas bullshit on the grill?   I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real   I gave birth to your whole style and feel      How do it feel to hold my dick in public?   Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner   It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo   I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools   Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove      Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy   Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie   Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy   Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty   I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me   You feel different, niggas see me      I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy   A pain in da ass, nah but fuck you, pay me   I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory   I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me      Avoid P, man take your baby mom's advice   I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price   When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me   You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me   Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me      So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens   You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass   And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash   Bang this 'cuz I gurantee that you bought it   Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus, I keep it thoro nigga