[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]   (sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope   (sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope   (sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope   (sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin wit these killers on that good dope   Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch   Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch   Getcha dawgs off me move bitch, Getcha dawgs off me move bitch      [Lil' Wyte]   This Is a lyrical IndenTION, rollin wit some big GUNS   Mystical attenTION, sudden comprehenSION   Rollin wit a fine ho, don't hate 'cause she mine ho   All you cheesy chicken heads can catch up wit yo kind ho   I can make a hit yo, do you really want it no   I'm gonna be up in yo head till I make you sick whoa   I represent in the bay, could give a fuck what you say   All the minors wishin to be made 'cause they to young to play   I can break yo bone oww, I can pull a ? bloaw   I can have you screamin telling me when you gonna come now   This will make your heart stop, have you reaching for your glock   This series countinues as I got plenty mo in my stock   I'm crunker than the club how? 5th of palmason? Wow   Catch me at the hotel smoked out stealin all the towels   Yall bitches ain't fading me when you act disgracefully   I cant help it you're a discruntful employee hatin me      [Chorus]      [Lil' Wyte]   Now put this in yo mind, keep it close behind   All the fatal memorys you've been counting in yo head for time   I Like to get high I get drunk and I might let it slide   Catch me on a zanax different atmosphere, its do or die   Walkin in the club fucked up, mission to take yo bitch   Hopin you gonna speak of one word, when I approach yo bitch   Tracy don't suck dick but I bet I can deepthroat the bitch   Jus fuckin wit ya, got my own, I really don't want yo bitch   Nothin but mumblin, and I'm stumbling, but ima keep on the bumpin   And I bet this gotcha Caprice Classic trunk a fuckin' rumblin'   Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example   He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample   But now I'm on my way to better things   No more runnin about the cove wit' the glock cocked, and slangin mary jane   I got a well focused head and well educated brain   And plus my vision see clearer than x-ray glasses main   So fuck you mean?      [Chorus]      [Lil' Wyte]   Last time I'm tellin' ya lyrically beat ya   Standin ovation, I'm comin to seat ya   I would drive the full 40 hours to California to defeat ya   Creature-feature but I ain't scared, rippin' out a patch of hair   Tryin to convince me that you crazy, verbally this isn't fair   Ask me if I fuckin care, shut the fuck up breathe the air   Didn't ask you to open yo mouth, don't make me come over there   Platinum products get dropped daily up out this facility   Ill drop my shit on ya thinking everywhere ya feelin me   Watch me come up out the grave and capture yo security   Beat ya down like you stole something man that's for fuckin' wit' me   Make ya shit yo pants so bad that you can plead insanity   Have you strapped in a straight jacket yackin bout yo family   Really cause and effect is what gets us in these crooked binds   Plus the lack of respect or neglect towards these simple minds   Keep the system tickin? itchin? For corruption on the rise   I'm getting tired of sittin here, and you can see it in my eyes      [Chorus]