No more, no more I don't need this motherfucking drama no more If you try to run up on me, I be with the 4's I don't give a fuck little nigga, you'll be on the floor (yeah) I be chillin with my homies If you try to run up on me I don't gotta worrie If your really bout it you can come and fucking show me I be packin heat, you don't even know me Racks and the stacks I pull up with the fucking Mac Chasin them bands I knock his head off with my hand Stand up again I'll have you falling crash land This is going how I planned You thought you really had it maid I slice your head off with a blade