Story Behind The Song

People like to take my kindness for weakness. Think I'm some kind of push over or something but what they don't know is when they try and cross me they get double crossed. Cause I will touch ya and not lay a hand on ya

Lyrics

Verse 1

You just a young buck nicca talking tough cuz you built
but when I see you all I see is milk around your lip

wish you would come around me thinking that you hard
have your mama looking in the sky crying to god

I'm the realest of the real nicca don't get it confused
you'll be lost when they find you you'll be twisted and bruised

laying in a closed casket beyond recognition
tried to tell you playa but I see you weren't listening

It's f--ked up that I had to pop more than you
but you ran through your hood thinking that I wouldn't shoot

now everybody on your block know that you aint sh-t
pull them panties out your azz staighten your bra you b--ch

you aint f--king with no playa, you f--king with a killer
while you stuck in between it aint no money in the middle

cause when I'm coming for you best believe your getting bucked
by the time I'm through I'll have your whole blok taped up

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talking sh-t now you realize you f--ked up
didn't think that I would buck you dun pressed your luck

caught you slipping with your pants down now your stuck
when the cops come I'll have your whole blok taped up

Verse 2
I seen you your crew in the same azz suits
walking down the avenue I guess you thought it was cute

you were looking at me pointing and laughing
I bet it won't be funny when this gat starts gaffling

I can see you know crying like a ho
begging for me not to shoot at you know more

got you boys laid out in they brand new fits
while you behind the car screaming, slobbing, praying and sh-t

put your hands up I'm yelling freeze
I'm making demands as if I were the police

now step out slow and step in the road
I put my gat to your mind and let my thoughts unload

I'm hearing screams sounds like sirens
time for me to leave this murderous scene

hit the alley, hit the woods, hit my house take off my shoes and watch the aftermath on the evening news

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Verse 3
I stay cool calm and collected disrespect
feels the spray that is ejected from the tech

have you running in an allery in a cold sweat
no need to bat your eyes what you see is what you get

got you peepin out your house from behind your curtain
don't know when I'm gonna get you but your gone for certain

moving your soup coolers just a tad to much
f--king round with a nicca that's a little touched

I keep a glock for them crooked cops running through my blok
trying to run me off saying that I keep it to hot

I just get in where I fit in
even if it means that some wigs gone be splitting

I really hope you listening cause you need to pay attention
I'm not afraid to send that azz to the next demension

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