You should be dead by now Smile but wait until my shooters come round With the talids and hollow tip rounds In my hood they know how I be down Bitch i show you my teeth all through the beef Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine D's think Im involved with a bro hit hard So when I empty the shell and the hollow tips fly Bro You can cross your heart and hope not to die Come through squash the drama send bros with llamas They'll eat your ass up fuck being masked up I was given the gift of life First Sabrinas since then Ive been jammed up And fucked with the nina Nana raised nine kids I turned out the meanest I mean a menace Fuck with me and your finished [Hook] Homie I always pay my debts when I owe a homie bullets Got an arsenal of infiltry and homies to pull it Go head stay out on me, dump weight its nothing I chase a homie down, and touch him, catch him and buss him Bitch get out the way, baby while I spray it I wet a homie like a hydrant on a hot summer day But you can catch me in May riding down with the K Better watch what you say, we get it popping today Yeah me I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here I have a homie tearing off your top round here This is a land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams And everything a homie wants is only triple beams Southside