[Intro: Scarface & DMG]
Yo D
Sup face?
What should these motherfuckers call you?
[Verse 1: DMG & Scarface]
Call me psychotic but I'm bad, nigga yo!
And I'ma do ya bad, black
And when I come, I'm bustin up niggas that held me back
Ya should of never let a nigga see
That there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my day to come-of-age
And now that I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' front page
So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again
I kicks that funky shit and cold get stupid like I'm Gilligan
Now peep, suppose I hit a lick for a jack
The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back
Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed (Why?)
'Cause they can't fuck with my clique (Tell 'em)
I'm here to break 'em off a chunk
A D-E-A-T-H-B-Y, a motherfuckin punk
And I'll be rollin' with the Brad-ster (He-he-he)
So if you see us in yo' hoodie
Break your neck to roll on past, nigga
Don't even stop to say 'Whattup?', 'cause I bust for the fuck
And plus I'm quick to light a motherfucker up (Up)
Next time you spot me on your block, I hope you leave the place
Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit
'Cause see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya know
Sendin' motherfuckas smooth to the curb but you don't hear me though
[Chorus: DMG]
I'ma bring it to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though
(But you don't hear me though)
Bring it to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though
[Verse 2: DMG]
It's time to fuck 'em up, here it comes, blast, nigga
Thump to your chest and they comin' out yo' ass, nigga
I grew up hard, livin' my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me though
So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-M-G runnin' nine-tre, nine-fo' Glock, Glock
My Glock makin sounds and it don't stop
So nigga pass the Swisher quick
And I'ma blaze 'til the motherfucker burn me on my fingertips
'Cause, see a nigga gotta stay high
I try to smoke 'til I can't smoke and then I won't smoke
But still I got my fingers on my shit
And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!
You tried to test the wrong nigga, bein' tested
Straight from St. Paul but clockin' G's down in Texas
Some think I'm soft cause I play it cool
But I ain't the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won't do
Huh, like pistol whoop a woodie for his bank
Then after that I go and grab his bitch and do the same thang
And now I'm paid up the asshole
Collectin' grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me though
[Chorus: DMG]
I'ma bring it to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though
(But you don't hear me though)
Bring it to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though
[Verse 3: DMG]
Ain't no mistakin' what I'm bringin', you motherfuckers still ain't had enough
So I'ma continue to break you off for a proper ass chunk
May it be a nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank
Any way you come I'm in your motherfuckin' shit, mate!
Huh, a nigga bustin' caps, smokin' fires
Quick to break it to yo' ass and keep on goin 'til yo' ass die
And ain't no runnin' down dem backstreets
'Cause I got slugs to catch up with Carl Lewis on the track meet
Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so
Outie 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me though
[Chorus: DMG]
I'ma bring it to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though
(But you don't hear me though)
Bring it to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me though
[Outro: DMG]
Yeah, check it!
