| It’s the return of the real nigga wit real shit |
| And when the smoke dies down it’s still a nigga left to deal wit |
| This motherfucker standin' one deep solo |
| Exercising parts of the game but don’t know |
| I bring it to a motherfucker full throttle |
| And any motherfucker want pain I brought the full bottle |
| Now take ya two of these and call me in the morning |
| Three times point blank range wit no warning |
| Nigga I’m straight killa slash for show drama |
| And every motherfucker involved gon' face drama |
| Punk I ain’t no motherfucker rappin' in song |
| You bust your caps when you rap |
| But I bust back at your dome bitch and this is always all day killa |
| And bitches who be stressin' me out I get rid of |
| I’m still a guerrilla in these goddamn streets |
| Walkin' up on motherfuckers and leavin' 'em sleep |
| 'Cause if you gonna ride then we can ride |
| But 99.9 of the times you gon' die |
| Die motherfucker die, motherfucker die |
| Motherfuckers crowdin' my space they gon' die |
| I can’t believe you hoes is playin' wit this |
| But since you motherfuckers want drama I’ll bring you this shit |
| I got my dime down cocked and shined |
| Just a homie from the hood had the paper still I’m bout to grind |
| What you thought this was nigga some studio gimmick |
| A motherfucker talking that shit but couldn’t spend it-shit |
| I come around this motherfucker bending beads |
| And dare one of you hoes to come and fuck wit me |
| I’m real with it I’ll warn you motherfuckers again |
| That if you step to me wit ho shit I’m turning you in |
| Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory |
| And when you headed for hell you gon' remember me |
| The one MC who told you niggas once |
| And after that he gave no warning he straight done him, punk |
| I got my mind all made up to go off |
| When bitches start to threaten my life I go off |
| Take a walk on the wild side and all the coloreds go whoop-whoop |
| When I come down in my coupe |
| And motherfuckers hatin' me come give it a try |
| But 99.9 of the times you gon' die wit no warnin' |
| Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out |
| No warnin' then |
| All for a sudden homie blacks out |
| Wit no warnin' |
| And now your dealing with your outer body energy |
| All the pain you left in your life you still feeling me |
| Everybody living must have thought it would change |
| Living fast and dying young’s a part of the game |
| How can one spit the game so sure |
| Turned around and emptied his than |
| Wit no warning |