When you do something to somebody, girl...
It ain't just you, it's somebody next to you,
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me,
Hey, hey, hey,
So being that that's the case,
I'll tell you bout,
That bitch, tell you 'bout my side...
The way I growed up, shown up, chips on my shoulder,
Knew about that cola when I was in a stroller,
Became a holder, choppin' 'em boulders, gettin' older,
Wantin' to roll, but duckin' 'em rollers, meetin' quota,
Shorty bi-polar, load up like cock it, I tried to told ya',
One move in the wrong direction, and I'm flexin' and it's over,
You on that dojo, G.I. Joe shit but you ain't a soldier,
Chop her, afford her, you not Cobra, commader, you poser,
I'm the composer, writer of murder, the order,
Leakin' outta your body temperature is gettin' colder,
But you sweatin', and dizzy like a person who ain't sober,
Realisin' your life is coming quickly to a closure,
Losin' composure, outta breath like you underwater,
Twenty seconds in the game, and this the fourth quarter,
Prime Time, Dateline, all the best exposure,
Now you still on the news and everybody knows ya,
Yeah...
To all them niggas tryna get me, it's
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's
I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's
To all them niggas tryna get me, it's
I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's
I'm making sure they don't forget me, it's
Che-chik, che-chik, che-yeah...
Go on then boi, get yo' vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun,
Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun,
Call me ignorant and young, psycho sicko nigro,
They know that, I just fuckin begun, probably crazy, halfway dumb,
Don't stop, even when I lock on, believe every word out my lung,
I'm losin' it, snappin' her, this ain't just no rappin, uh!
Back, all the way back, when you see that strap, cuz it go da-da-da-dah!
Are you ready to die, tell me why you choose to tell me in my,
Face, 'fore you already dry up at that fire,look in my eye,
Have your spirit below me or floatin' in the fuckin' sky,
All black is my attire, lookin' like an umpire,
Toss you in the trash, like a bullshit album fly,
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah-ye-yeah...
The murder capital Momeham yes, it's thriller
Put fo' in yo' head, have you floatin' off in a river
It's cold, you shook, we crooks, your body'll quiver
These rappers so tough, but really they softer than pillows
Or chinchilla a twinky filla, horn a verilla
They turn us serial assassins for some scrilla
Not me, cuz he, I mean him, yes this nigga
Stays true to what I do, cuz I keeps it triller
Be real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger?
It's serious business ya'll, nothin' that's more iller
No discrimination, you can be chocolate or vanilla
Can't find yourself in the presence of a fuckin' killer
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah....
It's The Re-Up!
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