[Hook] n***a I got corns on my fingers, I'm a shooter I pull in front your house and no put fire on a scooter I go for women too, I shoot some holes in your medulas You feel like you on fire b**h, I put you in a cooler Let me run it down, if I ain't in the hood I'm somewhere close around I'm somewhere close around I'm somewhere close around And I don't run and hide There's too much dope around There's too much dope around There's too much dope around [Verse 1] I'm the product of the gutter Me, my mother, and my brother sh** for me wasn't always bu*ter Struggled just like all the others And my hand around my girl And I hug her like a hobo Finger f** her til she bust a nut and turn another color It's the P without no luggage I ride Benz as you ride [?] b**h just asked me what's my budget It all depends if you gon' s** it I got stashes, I don't touch 'em n***as mad cause I don't trust 'em Go on back and started stacking Wasn't asking them for nothing I got shovels for you devils Have you running like the rebels Over boulders never pebbles So you n***as never settle You a joke around the fellas More like Abbott and Costella Just like Smokey out in Friday You like man let's stick together [Hook] [Verse 2] So dirty they need a bath Don't help me n***a, help the bear I'm a sinner behind my dinner Somebody call rev, I need a prayer Nothing between us two but air If it was something I wouldn't even care Rest in peace cause I don't play fair [?] watch your hair Then I turn into that n***a that's a thuggish motherf**er I don't mind ya then I shoot em Partners, brothers, cousins, mothers Eh I'm strapped up n***a now act up You bucked up n***as get f**ed up Better back up before you get clapped up n***a talk tough so you get bust up It's crunch time, fourth quarter, one minute left on the clock One gun, two clips, I see a few of these n***as that won't pop A few of these n***as I want shoot A few of these b**hes I don't like A few of these b**hes I want dead I'm trying to k** them all in one night [Hook]