My momma had me she was 17, she the shit
Glock 17 made my daddy cease to exist
Been runnin' game since '96, I been legit
And f*ck the fame, just bring my chips with extra dip
I keep my hand in my dip incase a devil get slick
Like Runnin' Rebel's my click
This UNLV Juvie
If you can tell me a lie I told you, sue me
Saw deez crackers comin' like they Sunni
Like they tunes not looney
25-35-45, SOLD to the nigga in the black
(SOLD!)
25-35-45, SOLD to the nigga with the strap
(SOLD!)
25-35-45, SOLD to the nigga with the hat
(SOLD!)
All y'all niggas can pick yo crackers up in the back
Imagine if saltines came without salt
They'd be dry as I thought
Maybe they wouldn't drive around looking for niggas to kill in white and unmarked cars
Then when they get caught be like it ain't my fault
Especially when you could've shocked her
Now I'm playing Silkk The Shocker
(It's still no limits)
Paid the cost to be the boss
Now I'm dodging hella coppers
(It's okayyy)
It's okay I got my choppa
And it sing like in the opera
I bet Puff wish he would've shut the f*ck up on "Who Shot Ya?"
Now we lookin' at that nigga like, who you shot?
My fault I get side-tracked a lot
Lemme get back to the cops
They probably suck they partners cock
One time they was searching me for rocks
Then the white man told the black man something like he forgot
Then the black man went super-saiyan-uncle-tom-ass-thot
Get to grabbin' on my junk, I'm like hol' slim you must wanna box
He tried to hit me with resisting
Damn right, I'ma resist every chance I get
Must've been undercover, all that gay shit
And a lot of niggas ain't gonna say shit
This shit deeper than race
These niggas is sex-offenders with badges on
That nigga probably run home, f*ck his wife
Thinkin' bout the nigga he was just grabbin' on