Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin' with the best   Jersey City, stand up   Patterson, stand up   Off top, just blaze      Hold up nigga, slow up nigga   Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga   Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga   Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga   Guess what y'all? I know magic   I could make your pulse disappear and no hat trick      Death threats, it ain't phase me   When I bring the T Mac through the rucker y'all, it ain't tracy   Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga   So keep talkin' bout your wrists froze up nigga   You might see thirty whips roll up nigga      We be at the pawn shop givin' your rol' up nigga   Just wanted to make that known, you seen New Jersey drive   Round here, leave that Maybach home   Before we tick that homes, we be on y'all jerks   You'll find out the hard way if your on star works, 'cause      I don't need a reason to bust my guns   So don't give me reason to bust my guns   You might be the reason I bust my gun   I don't need a reason to bust my guns   So don't give me reason to bust my guns   You might be the reason I bust my gun      'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga   Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga   That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz   How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga?      Return and die dog, if I start clappin' in your crib   Nah I ain't tryin' to turn the lights off   Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape   Be like Jared, subways made him lose his weight, but look   I'm bout gettin' money for all races   Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces      Wait, make sure you heard right, woulda been put the hit out   But I ain't tryin' to get my third strike   Lace up nigga, say what nigga?   Your Maybelline raps that you make up nigga   Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga   For all my locked down and my cased up niggaz, 'cause      I don't need a reason to bust my guns   So don't give me reason to bust my guns   You might be the reason I bust my gun   I don't need a reason to bust my guns   So don't give me reason to bust my guns   You might be the reason I bust my gun      Who's that nigga? New cat nigga   Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga   Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga   Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz      First hand with a three eighty kickback   Brains on your lap dog, babysit that   Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now   I'm Omar Epps, who got the juice now?   Street love nigga, G's up nigga   You lookin' for a loan on your re up nigga      Haters might wanna put hollows in ya   When you're young black spendin' like a lotto winner y'know   I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake   When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin' bout London cake   I can serve it to you uncut or somethin' baked   Hope you ready for me folks, 'cause I'm comin' your way, 'cause      I don't need a reason to bust my guns   So don't give me reason to bust my guns   You might be the reason I bust my gun   I don't need a reason to bust my guns   So don't give me reason to bust my guns   You might be the reason I bust my gun