| [Vital:] Y'all niggaz wanna stop me but they can't | |
| And ya might tyr and pop me but you ain't | |
| You too scared, y'all ain't prepared | |
| The kid got enough heat to build a fan base in | |
| Baghdad I'm turfmatic, you don't wanna start no static | |
| Have ya sayin hail mary's like that ass was catholic | |
| Ya head on straight don't make me unmask it | |
| Or I'll be forced to and disappear like magic | |
| And until that day caome that | |
| I'll get, put in a casket | |
| I'm a saty spittin rhymes, til | |
| I get rich | |
| That's on | |
| Brookly, hear my words and hear 'em well | |
| I got the envelope sealed noe, you got mail | |
| Ain't no tellin what | |
| I'm finna do | |
| I'm unpredictable | |
| I just might flip | |
| Cock aim and let it spit | |
| Or I might get ripped and split your brain | |
| Just label me a hard head, who ain't gon change [Hook: x2] | |
| It ain't fun out here, you gotta keep a gun out here | |
| Cause niggaz don't make it to see twenty-one out here | |
| It's rough out here, you'll get snuffed out here | |
| Trunked, stuffed and even handcuffed out her [Mac Dre:] | |
| Who me? nah potna, your barkin up the wrong tree | |
| I'm cutthoat, keep thump thang on me | |
| I aim good, | |
| I throw these thangs good | |
| And me and that nigga | |
| Vital, we from the same hood | |
| The Country | |
| Club, where niggaz love to nub | |
| Push Scrape thing with whistle and dubs and grub | |
| It's so rough, so tough out here baby | |
| We got that puff and that fluff stuff out here baby | |
| Come out here baby, come visit the | |
| Bay Like them boys in | |
| LA nigga we don't play | |
| With the atmosphere is different nigga have to keep it pimpin | |
| Nigga you ain't got no bitches, you ain't gettin your trippin | |
| I'm yokin and dippin, totin my equipment | |
| Gone off a fifth, floatin and | |
| I'm trippin | |
| Me and Vital, nigga we finna put a hit out | |
| Yet the game is rough boy we tryin to get out |