Verse 1:      Never duck another mother fucker repeat it   Never duck another mother fucker   Nigga better delete it   put the cerebellum in killa mode   For real a foe can never get   with what a gorilla know   Killa syllable fillin'   yo biblical ritual the shit to get rid   Of yo pain hearing your pitiful game,   this is political pain   Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain   with a unforgettable aim   Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust   Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us   Buck instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck   Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika   You can do it but you blew it cause lockin' up   get your ride on nigga is you rock or what?   Lots of luck,   you're really gonna need it hella heated   Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up   I don't wanna be the one   to get a milla meter in the gut   I wanna be the one to hit'em with another milli   cut up In the middle I'm a little sick   And different And I meant it   when I said it you remember that?   (Hell mother fuckin' yeah)   you don't wanna get in trouble   With a nigga like the Teccanina   if your lookin' like a enemy bust   We don't ever stop and take a minute   we just      Chorus:      (BREATHE!)   Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?   (BREATHE!)   They come bets to fight every fuckin'one   (BREATHE!)   Say some punks around and some buckin' guns   (BREATHE!)   Spray guns might result in you bussin' some   (BREATHE!)      Verse 2:      Never let a hatin' mother fucker   see ya sweat   Bleed the chest no need regret   A fun day caper a Sunday paper   So I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig it   Put a nigga in the grave if he hate or penetrate   The loop of love   a nigga made if you step into me   You will never benefit   Nigga if I start it Imma finish it   Run up on a mother fucka   while he fuckin' a chick   Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick   Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant   You got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit   Bring pain 2 everyone in your face with the bane   You bury some its mother fuckin' shame   we carry guns   If you don't you're insane or very dumb   Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)   cause a nigga know   A mother fuckin' round will spit   Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit.   If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into   Put us up against some mother fuckers   and we runnin' thru it   Fuck a nigga buck a nigga   if he think he's a gorilla   Meant I when I said it you remember that   (hell mother fuckin' yeah)   You don't wanna get in trouble   With a nigga like the Teccanina   if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust   We don't ever stop and take a minute   we jus,      Chorus:      (BREATHE!)   Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?   (BREATHE!)   They come bets to fight every fuckin'one   (BREATHE!)   Say some punks around and some buckin' guns   (BREATHE!)   Spray guns might result in you bussin' some   (BREATHE!)      Verse 3:      Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun   Now I'm on the out run   Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done   Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord   Punks wanna trip but they know   I'm too mother fuckin' hard   Deadly ticking like a time bomb   Fuckin' with me you think you were in Vietnam   When I explode aint nuttin left   but remains for those who are froze   For fuckin' wit a nigga insane   Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad man   is out to attack   Sinkin' punks like quick sand   droppin' and poppin'   Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag   If you wanna get fucked up   There it is you little bitch made   nigga start runnin'   When I'm playin' with the trigga   of an uzi a twelve gauge   Really don't matter many suckas die   When the shot gun scatter   From block 2 block, hood 2 hood   Street 2 street boy you can't fuck with me   So 4 those who chose 2 jump up and talk shit   Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit   I don't wanna be the one   to get a milla meter in the gut   I wanna be the one to hit'em with another milli   cut up In the middle I'm a little sick   And different And I meant it   when I said it you remember that?   (Hell mother fuckin' yeah)   You don't wanna get in trouble   With a nigga like the Teccanina   if your lookin' like a enemy bust   We don't ever stop and take a minute   we just breathe      Chorus (2x):      (BREATHE!)   Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?   (BREATHE!)   They come bets to fight every fuckin'one   (BREATHE!)   Say some punks around and some buckin' guns   (BREATHE!)   Spray guns might result in you bussin' some   (BREATHE!)