[Intro]L
Uh, yeah, mmmm
William H. n***as
Holla, yeah, yo
[Hook]
That's why I, squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pa**
I, squeeze first ask questions last
Cuz when I pull, I always pop, that's why I'm living today
[Verse 1]
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave n***as confused from the day to the night
At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you, somebody of close descent
Thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he
Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke motherf**ers
[Hook]
[Bridge x2]
I said thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he
Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke n***as
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons live, sh** my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y'all get the f** outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child f** it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
sh** it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
n***as is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay...
I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
Ahh sh** man...
Young Hova ya heard?
Who could f** wit him?