(Intro)
Yeah, yeah!
What up, son?
Oh, word?
You f**in’ with her, right?
Uh, that b**h is crazy, B
She do anything, n***a
That b**h eat cookies in the bed and all that sh**, man
Be careful, man – word up, man
Aight?
Hold it down, hold it down, one
(Verse 1)
So when it’s over, we demandin’ our weapons
Stop, co*k, shoot – now I’m in the Ghost of perfections
Smooth Willie chillin’ with his Spartans
Park in front of your b**h, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon
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Paid n***as don’t talk, just straight to the bar
Buy the whole sh** out, then light up a bark
Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours
You don’t want no beef, better take it to Moe’s
Put the drink on the side and said “what?”
My mans with the turban on mouth froze, y’all n***as is f**ed
He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tek
If it’s the last thing we do we gon’ get at his neck
Bartender give me the check, keep him right here, I’ll be back
Now everybody knowin’ I’m connected
Hopped in the Seven, left 57 on my wools
This is personal… n***as don’t fret
(Hook)
One more man gon’ die tonight
One more hand gon’ rob tonight
If it’s a M on the table I’m down
Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth
When n***as don’t see through the round
One more man gon’ die tonight
One more hand gon’ rob tonight
If it’s a M on the table I’m down
Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth
When n***as don’t see through the round
(Verse 2)
Eatin’ Kentucky Fired, lucky guy, him and his kid
From the first bite a bullet would’ve flew through his wig
Beast move, chill, wait for the kids
Older n***a not that stupid – I see the gun on his rib
f**in’ catch him by the crib, yo, he live with his whiz
She the bow-legged stripper b**h we fingered and lived
For a buck she will guzzle your kids
And let you kick it to him, pour a Heineken up in this sh**
This wack-a** n***a frontin’, he actin’ all b**h
Behind the walls, n***as pissed on him, gave him the biz
Just a tough guy frontin’ ‘cause he famous and sh**
Back in ’89, baby crimes, rapin’ some sh**
We should’ve k**ed him then…
He dusted, look at his piff
I should’ve milked him right there and then
f** it, son - yo, guzzle the gin
Let’s make the movie occur, then blow up in the spur, yellin’ “win”
(Hook)
One more man gon’ die tonight
One more hand gon’ rob tonight
If it’s a M on the table I’m down
Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth
When n***as don’t see through the round
One more man gon’ die tonight
One more hand gon’ rob tonight
If it’s a M on the table I’m down
Yo, don’t be yappin’ off at the mouth
When n***as don’t see through the round