Dat Boy

I'm reloadin'. Ha. Ha. Gun off safety. Guard your motherfuckin' grill. Yeah. Gun stay with me. Come get your one-way ticket to gunplay city and Come play with me. In the land of the hornet, be a man When it's swarmin', shit. No Arm & Hammer, just hammers and arms and We bombin'. No more bandanas, just stockings and leg Warmers over the eyes to hide like thighs. Surprise. I'm in your place with pillows over your Face. Let the feathers protect you from the metal. Ta-ha. Paramedics get paid to try, And the pallbearers get nothing to carry ya. They should drop you. Pick up where I left off, bodies on the Step, yo. Gotta walk around that, I did when I crept, boy. Hit by my bitch, in my town we call It duck doll. She cook chicken and eight balls, No pool ball. No rules, dawg. No shoes, dawg. But them shells'll knock your shoes Off. Like. Ooh, that boy ain't got his K-9 cleaned up Off of his motherfuckin' shoulder. Not lookin'. now it's over. Not Not lookin'. Ooh, that boy ain't got his K-9 cleaned up off of his motherfuckin' shoulder. Not lookin'. So now it's over. Not Yeah. Yeah. I'ma mob this bitch out. Black clothes, black guns, black bullet holes, Raspberry floors, burgundy walls, Red windows, dead homies, dead kinfolk, Straight N-O. Makin' no mistake, I let them know. I'm from Eagle, right next to the stealth. Think I'm slow, think not. I bang out, hoe. I got the clips that Hang out too, no curfew. Nigga, I'll murk you. That's what I would do. Put work on your block and see how much Your hood do. I kid you not, when the Barrel get hot, I pop like why not. I work that cop back like time out. Bop-bop. Game over, no more seconds on the clock. Stop. I get a still frame shot of him. Drop him while he's still runnin'. Goddamn, like. Ooh, that boy ain't got his K-9 cleaned up Off of his motherfuckin' shoulder. Not lookin'. So it's over. Not lookin'. Ooh, that boy ain't got his K-9 Cleaned up off of his motherfuckin' shoulder. Not lookin'. So now it's over. Not lookin'. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. And I ain't got somethin' for the who It may concerners. Strap so many burners I'm a furnace. No, these aren't ornaments, no decorations. I'm waitin' for the right arms and legs to Come through shaky, yeah. One-two, mayday, I'm a soldier, baby. AWOL, you need to stay away. The game get too deep for little niggas and They can't stay. Get up in the truck with Cedric, think you better vacate. MAC-11, AK, deuce-deuce in a tray. Smoke ya, put your butt in a tray. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Here today, gone tomorrow. Faster than rabbits. Fuck your casket shut. I dash and duck the federal mutts. Hit him with somethin' he won't ever get up. But let him get up and I metal him Up, and then I bet a million he won't Ever get up. Like. Ooh, that boy ain't got his K-9 cleaned up Off of his motherfuckin' shoulder. Not lookin'. So it's over. Not lookin'. Not lookin'. Ooh, that boy ain't got his K-9 cleaned up off of his motherfuckin' shoulder. Not lookin'. So now it's over. Not lookin'. Yeah.