fuck all that shit talk boy best get them sticks out we run into yo home and make it hard for you to get out yo teeth is what you spit out for tryna take that bitch route murder be the name if you play with one of my kids now big ole clip with one cock back in the chamber for playing with them boys now yo life is up in danger and i aint git no anger for no mf stranger but make the wrong move i leave you hanging with the hangers its fucked up it ain't no love in these got damn street you can't pick and choose who to trust so you hold yo heat dont think it sweet cause a nigha will take you for granted gotta keep ya eyes looking forward and yo feet real planted and pay attention to them niggas if they look at you wrong you gotta be ready for anything specialy ya Doom so keep the chorme late at night when you on yo way home and look thru the rearview mirrors and dont talk on the phone gotta be on what nigga on cause i cant get caught slipping and put one in my fucking doom and take me away from my fucking home