(Yea) Look I really don’t know what the fuck you niggas is thinkin'
But this ours
This ours
If you want it, you’ve gotta pry it from my cold, dead fingers
See, I’m willing to die for it
And I don’t even think you’re really ready to go there
Let's go
I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times
I'm strapped bitch. I done carried out a few crimes
‘Cause of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times
These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes
(Nah, nah) Look I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes
I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times
These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
(Yea. Look.) Strapped like dyke sex
About to make my dreams come true off this Pyrex
I must just slide up in the club with a nice tech
Drink twelve Bud Lights. I’m not the one to test like mic check
Standin' on the couch spillin' Henny on the DJ
Flash the .30 at him make him put my shit on replay
It’s Mob Lyfe, T-Dubb-O, you niggas know me
Hit the stage, make the whole crowd say “Fuck The Police”
You see the VVSs. The necklace get her to go creep
I Speakerboxx into her Love Below like it’s ‘03
Start a riot like Tity Boi. Ridin' ‘round with that semi toy
Y’all show up when the war’s over, bitch, like Helen Troy
I’m Achilles with lyrics. Kill them. Come get destroyed
Sick with the flow. Any chick’ll go. I spit iller noise
Ku, what’s the word? We get it cracking at any moment
You want to make your shit hot, then put Dubb on it (What’s up?)
I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times
I'm strapped bitch. I done carried out a few crimes
‘Cause of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times
These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes
(Nah, nah) Look I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes
I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times
These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
(Yea) You know I come from a tough breed
A city that's known to crush dreams
These rappers plagued with too much greed
And there ain't no honor amongst thieves
Always lived by one creed: Cross us, and you must bleed
So keep my name out your mouth, put my dick in it
That's the only way you gon’ succeed
And you know they can't wait to hate
When they see you stepping over your milestones
But there really ain't much you can tell somebody
Who's living inside a no fly zone
I've had police barging in my home, death threats in my iPhone
But I grip weapons like trick questions
They'll leave you riddled and your mind blown
These rookies be killin' me thinkin' that
They don't have to show respect when approachin' vets
Actin' so suspect, talking ‘bout huntin' me down like Boba Fett
But I can't count on my fingers
How many times that I've been close to death
Now all of a sudden
One of these corny rappers supposed to pose a threat?
Half these bastards throwin' sets
Are 100 pounds when they're soakin' wet
And you think you're layin' my soul to rest?
I don't suggest you hold your breath
With them women's clothes in your wardrobe
Better get control of them hormones
You've been warned hoes
I'm turnin' the next award show to a war zone
I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times
I'm strapped bitch. I done carried out a few crimes
‘Cause of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times
These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes
(Nah, nah) Look I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes
I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times
These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
