I'll noose ya'll and push ya'll off the edge   I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men   I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb   So I can explode on any mothafucka that grin   Trust me, it's not like that, it's not what you thought   You'll be like, "P shot me and bounced in the Porsche"   On some real live Mobb shit, Columbo, the Cappo   I pop niggas, leave the gun right there, I got gloves      Stop niggas from frontin', leave 'em real fucked up   I drop niggas thats runnin', shoot 'em in they back dun   Coward ass nigga poppin' all that shit   And when them things popped out you on some Michael Johnson shit   Fuck that, hammer that nigga to the earth   Wanna cross me? You niggas gotta pay that toll first   And I got change for all that million dollar shit   And these slugs'll be the only reason niggas be hollarin'      Turn this shit up, pump this shit up   The DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up   We hurt niggas   Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up   Don't make me have the Nine spit up   I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas      I'm tired of tellin' niggas how the fuck I feel   You know the steel 'll put them niggas to sleep like Benedryl   These trash ass rappers and they fagot ass friends   Talkin' like the bitches, walk around like they Men   Niggas like ya'll don't get no respect   This is Hav', I die once, ya'll niggas die a Thousand deaths   Cowards, you tryin' too hard to be 'bout it   You know them niggas that be fake be the ones to shout it      Talkin' this and that, but check   Turn around and get robbed in they own projects   Might as well be rappin' on stage for them   Bitches be baggin' you 'cause you the one feminine   The sound of these guns got 'em shook, it's a rap   You could see the yellow stripe runnin' clear down they back   And let that nigga find out where you live at   And then blow that mothafuckin' piece of shit off the map      Whattup son? Dun, surprise nigga, thats how we pop up on 'em   You off point you die in your sleep, thats the moral   Nigga, you know we get our contraband in   It's smokin' that dangerous, you know we got bangers   You know I'm dead real, I don't know what you was thinkin'   I'm all over the street, you better stay creepin'   I shoot niggas fair ones, I'll box you dun   You'll be six feet in that dirt, I'll stop your run      Turn this shit up, pump this shit up   The DJ mothafuckas burn this shit up   We hurt niggas   Twirl that shit up, burn that shit up   Don't make me have the Nine spit up   I gives a fid-uck, I hurt niggas