When it's on, it's on
You motherfuckers done lost your mind
It's another one of those (Ohh man)
Another one of them Clue/X joints (What?)
Another one of them off the motherfuckin' hook joints
Ohh, y'all motherfuckers done lost your mind
When I creep through, niggas is see-through, just like an English ship
Ain't no talkin', 'cause ain't much left but dead and sick
Long as I'm walkin', I be strapped with my dogs
Back in the hood, Desert Eagle, packin' 'em all
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes
What happens to those that chose to be foes
Bet his man knows that Joey only get stronger
And the amount of time we're facin' is only gettin' longer
Get the mayor on the horn, time for shit to go down
Strapped for the showdown, wet up your crib, kick the door down
Know you schemin', so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new hearse
Could be worse, should've seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this nigga, way I laid this nigga
Played this nigga, but that's what I'm good at
Layin' niggas out, fightin' pits in fuckin' hood rats
Where my fuckin' hood at? Flip on niggas like switches
Rip on niggas like bitches, leave more niggas in ditches
Layin' down half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga bought
'Cause ain't nothin' like gettin' paid for a nigga sport
Kill for what a nigga thought, but that's just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that shit with me
But just as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin' shit, and ain't no motherfucker droppin' shit
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
If it ain't ruff, it ain't D
M to the X, most y'all niggas is straight sex
(-Gunshots-) Next!
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
If it ain't ruff, it ain't D
M to the X, most y'all niggas is straight sex
(-Gunshots-) Next!
Plenty of niggas know, dirty is how I do 'em
Push buckshots from a thirty right through 'em
'Cause ain't none of y'all motherfuckers built for war
And I lay down the law when I spray down the door
Fuck around and my name'll be 95-B-64-11
On the 3 1/2 to 7
But even up north I put niggas to waste
So if you wanna stop the violence, get the fuck out my face
Parole's at four, peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin' but I sleep with the sawed-off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dues to take
I don't joke, the joke is cards, and cards are what I pull
Infrared with the clip full, no leash on the pitbull
That shit is hot like the wax off a candlestick
But how I handle shit is to dismantle shit
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, like Popeye when it's dinner time
Runnin' through niggas like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangsters in skirts
And the bitches comin' all up out them niggas
One false move and they moms'll be devout them niggas
And they wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin', money
Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch!
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
If it ain't ruff, it ain't D
M to the X, most y'all niggas is straight sex
(-Gunshots-) Next!
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
If it ain't ruff, it ain't D
M to the X, most y'all niggas is straight sex
(-Gunshots-) Next!
Niggas won't creep in these streets with me
'Cause you don't fuckin' with me, streets with me
The Professional, part two, motherfucker!
Haha, uh, uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
Pop-pop-pop-pop, nigga!
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