*car speeds off* Verse One: WC *police sirens throughout song* Last man standin', I'm shot But I can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out
chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc And I don't wanna see you act up but if anybody trip you better handle that shit [WC] Nah man fuck this
(*spanish*) Let's take a trip.. [WC] Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted Straight homicider when I'm sick with it I tank, feels the pain, pistols
come to hurt no one So everybody come on get up on the floor Right now and grab someone Now first of all I'm the boss, I just wanna get that across Man
thing on Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin' thing off Everything 'cept his tank top and his trainin' bra Ain't he raw? Yeah, maniac, that's Shady Dog Man
finna blow, like a runny nose, Money goes, the money come. Barely twenty-one, I'm thinking big things, Momma in the mansion with the fish tanks, The Carolina
invoice the bird in the drought Got a phone full of missed calls, beeper full of codes One eight behind a number mean they wanna have a whole one Fully
and they remain mi-nute The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak I collect crops and
side Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal Matter fact I'd like that now." You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right Brett, one
dog die in they arms I'm from Detroit nigga, smuggler's heaven Lions, Tigers and bears, gorillas, snakes; man the jungle is present Go ahead and play hard man
of control, never won an ESPY 'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys Or your local neighborhood robbers Baby, I got to keep on pushin'
and these are my friends, Hand over fist, damn don't resist, My fang, gang or bang and man-handle this, If we have to twist, bend, snap or break,
Cannibal crush and rush a competitor through the radiator Generation accelerator, critical movement My mic is an armored tank, you can draw your own conclusion One
house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech Think about it now that's damn near one
cats who rock mack knowledge, knowledgists Street astrologists, light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points, Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks
caught in the crossfire Bunch of rabbits indicatin' these dudes should retire One was going bald rockin' a sunroof A gas guzzler and his grill was one
my brain? Appear from a cloud of smoke, the voter's on choke If surrounded, seven men drop from one scope Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff