Verse 1:
Deadly nights you shouldve never wanted to fight me - but Ill be back and its gone be deaf- talking watches in the bed with the farmer - they hit you with a commas - and you working for the dirty naughty want you show some respect to somebody in the party lit up like lights- you cant battle me you probly aint gone even fight
Chorus:
b**h get your muthaf**ing mind right you messing around with sh** that might get you k**ed- what the hell do I need you for- nothing I count cash daily - b**h you think Im working jobs - want enter something good- b**h Im from the f**ing hood
Verse 2:
You in your new dress you done sit up and faced what you wanted - but they brung - it up to me in stitches - and they case clogs on logging b**hes - and they are in the pillow case freely now that they are not herd of- you just in the one to enter- no seriously you in your decibel and you wondering what the hell I came for
Chorus:
b**h get your muthaf**ing mind right you messing around with sh** that might get you k**ed- what the hell do I need you for - nothing I count cash daily- b**h you think Im working jobs- want enter something good - b**h Im from the f**ing hood
Verse 3:
Now that the ride is scented like some perfume- with only n***as in it you riding or you aint riding I always ride - in the side of my mental not my mind- I escaped but waited for the logic's- in the prospect on identify you can identify what you cant figure out
n***as in they p**y a** moments- the close gated getting these warrants-
Chorus:
b**h get your muthaf**ing mind right you messing around with sh** that might get you k**ed- what the hell do I need you for - nothing I count cash daily- b**h you think Im working jobs- want enter something good- b**h Im from the f**ing hood
Verse 4:
Now the opposite of a n***a will be the p**y lips- the shank in the gift you just dont know how to do this you picturing perfect your muthaf**a heart is now in services - but the preacher- dont need you f** b**h I dont need you and your and the cultivation and the demonstration and the close breeze.