"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at"
Verse One:
n***** in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the f*** is a fist fight
Picture me puttin n***** in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they a** in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your m*********** life took
Cause I can't wait to be a n***** fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-a** nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave n****
I'll have to kick it to the m*********** grave digger
Yeah m*********** you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope s***, nope, your dopey-a** murdered
n*****'ll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a m*********** body-bid
So you can take all that Rocky s*** home
Sylvester Stallone ain't s*** against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
for m************ and punk-a** suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
b**** I don't knock m************ out, I'm knockin m************ off
Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin n***** the runs
f***** clam put your fists down and go for your guns
"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"
"So, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the c*** out of me?" NO!
Verse Two:
You punk-a** n***** better hop or chill
Cause my glock can kill twenty m************ with boxer skills
That's how I put a n***** head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a f*** if you know Judo
Cause I'ma blow your m*********** a** to Pluto
And when I blast the trey n***** pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown a** decay
So all you n***** with the jokes
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks
Cause n**** you don't want the nine to go (boom)
n***** like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another m*********** bucked
Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin m************ burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., n***** are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So n**** you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the Mak-11
And those are real shots on the m*********** track 7
I ain't kickin n***** buns
If it's a b**** I'ma wetta you better go for your guns
"Yo wassup, what the f*** is up now man?
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at"
Verse One:
n***** in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the f*** is a fist fight
Picture me puttin n***** in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they a** in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your m*********** life took
Cause I can't wait to be a n***** fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-a** nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave n****
I'll have to kick it to the m*********** grave digger
Yeah m*********** you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope s***, nope, your dopey-a** murdered
n*****'ll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a m*********** body-bid
So you can take all that Rocky s*** home
Sylvester Stallone ain't s*** against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
for m************ and punk-a** suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
b**** I don't knock m************ out, I'm knockin m************ off
Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin n***** the runs
f***** clam put your fists down and go for your guns
"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"
"So, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the c*** out of me?" NO!
Verse Two:
You punk-a** n***** better hop or chill
Cause my glock can kill twenty m************ with boxer skills
That's how I put a n***** head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a f*** if you know Judo
Cause I'ma blow your m*********** a** to Pluto
And when I blast the trey n***** pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown a** decay
So all you n***** with the jokes
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks
Cause n**** you don't want the nine to go (boom)
n***** like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another m*********** bucked
Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin m************ burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., n***** are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So n**** you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the Mak-11
And those are real shots on the m*********** track 7
I ain't kickin n***** buns
If it's a b**** I'ma wetta you better go for your guns
"Yo wassup, what the f*** is up now man?