Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something in me 
Like some lead, or if I'm moving weight they might set me up with the FEDs 
But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread 
And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me 
When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony 
I ain't ready to do 85 percent, of nobody's time 
So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind 
A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one 
It's multiple homicide, if I happen to touch one 
You niggaz gon learn, or you niggaz are gon burn 
It get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla 
And I gotta have it, by any means necessary 
Guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery 
If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin 

We ain't, having none of that bullshit 
Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitch 
Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang 
See me and (Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn 

In my life I keep it gangsta, all day 
In my life, I could peep a wanksta a mile away 
In my life, I trust me and nobody else 
That's why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt 

Cause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat 
You got niggaz I got niggaz, but my niggaz the best 
See my niggaz all my niggaz, is guerillas with techs 
Lil Head the 4"3' giant, respect my name 
In order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game 
Now listen mayn, I'm trying to tell you some' for your own good 
See I'm the type of nigga, have you bailing out your own hood 
I'm a General a Sergeant, no need to start this 
Rumble in the field with a lion, cause I'm raw bitch 
I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one 
Cause the pop from the glock, I know it's gonna go through one 

We ain't, having none of that bullshit 
Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitch 
Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang 
See me and (Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn 

I'm not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge 
1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab 
Too many problems in my life, I just can't handle the stress 
Niggaz be trying to kill me, damn near dismantling my vest 
But I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gun 
I got my gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out 
A soldier, folding up a motherfucker what he need for me 
Either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I'm still gon fold him 
What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk 

I handle my bidness, and then I move around in the night 
So much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the Sprite 
So keep my temper calm, collective and cool 
Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes 
To keep my temper calm, collective and cool 
Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes