AN INCIDENT IN THE KITCHEN E

Riding with a pistol, make sure you nigga leave His hip, sure you nigga leave his— Slap that Plate Up on Some Killer shit, make sure you take that nigga— Saw who wanna test my Pimping, body parts was Start to ripping, daddy shoulda gave you weapons, So you know to keep your distance. Straight ahead of all my enemies, you slipping in The breeze. When I'm in the graveyard, Christopher will press the next. Staying on a lower key, in that Grammy Rollie Deep. Hanging out your tinted window, 'bout to put You hoes to sleep. I chuck it all by Baby, telling me to grab the knife. Put it to him, bust a nut, don't be Scared to take a slice. Is it 'cause I'm still so frantic? Why my body start to panic? When a nigga feeling manic, I'ma do some fucking Damage. People asking why we styling, 'cause these people probably spoiled. Thinking that they fucking cool, but I put them In a trunk. At the cost of fucking wrong, Disconnect your fucking arms. Stay in cells, you'll have to knock it, pussy Nigga, you was warned. Been this way since I was born, my reality Was torn. For your family, you were mourned, For your you been scorned. Riding With A pistol, make sure you nigga leave With a sure you take that nigga— With pistol, make sure hip,