verse
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah
Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked
So come on as Cypress starts to kick it
'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin'
Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin'
With my magnum taking out some putos
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals
verse
I'm ignoring all the dumb shit
Yo, because nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming
Yeah ya know I had to get ya
Just a fraction of friction
Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll get you right
How I could just kill a man
One-time tried to come in my home
Take cover son or you're assed-out
How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
verse
It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
So if you ain't down, bullshit!
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would you call the One-time and play the role model?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug
Yeah, ya know I'm gonna get ya!
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been?
Understand where I'm coming from
When you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome
Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "fuck it!"
Writer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes, Jimmy Mccracklin, Lowell Fulsom, Larry E. Muggerud