Yeah, better back up off me, I'm diggin' for those softer bars, stop your heartbeat While you out on the street, yellin' out what you finna do to me In the middle of your speech, I'ma sweep you off your feet to sleep It works like these does, keep diggin', y'all don't bleed blood And I'ma make you a believer, pop pop, what you receive, ah I'ma pop it on putty from a automatic pistol, hit you, him too And all the rest of the f*** that you got with ya I'm collectively co-op, no surprise, f***, I get locked Flippin' up out of that bucket, dump it in the soda These f***in' little soft and rough b****es perform tough We got no test mines or the run mines But like my motherf***ers, they ball Show me gun lines Call in a lot of fire, boy, if you want to And the n***a gon' be on your ass like skunks from Pew I *** my d*** and let him out on the swing for my thang If you see anybody killin', f***in' Let the bullets rain, let me put in my strain Cause if you ain't, you done got into some issues With the thuggish, ruggish, bloody murder clique Comin' to stay, when they come up with me, gun, gun, bag I'm the plumber man, how you want it, man? I'm the fool on the loose with a gun in hand I got a show shot aim for the runnin' man That'll stop you in the tracks when I'm jumpin', man Ain't it somethin', man? They can talk real loud, real fly They mouth when you ain't around Talkin' like a n***a in the store, they style When a n***a show up, he's diggin' by now Pound to pound from the shoulders Again, I'm the coldest little soldier Big diggin', the riff is a clicker You diggin', believe I got somethin' for ya In a holster, in the bushes, cocked up on the porch I got a gauge and glock Corner to corner, this thang gon' lock It's hot on this block F***in' got everything, sure the cannon's wildin' out But I ain't Nick Cannon And I got M11s, SR15s And I plan to let n****s have it All n****s rappin' If it come down to it, n****s disrespectin' What's happenin'? My family, my money, my thugs, myself And I'm got, I'm flat out flaskin' I'm got caskets on, you bastards smashin' If I'm ever forced to bring the action I'ma ride down, I'm pissed to packin' We can definitely get it crackin' Old-fashioned like the Wild West Ghetto cowboy diggin' O.C. Fake n****s and real n****s in the real world Just don't mix I'm with a slayer, I'm with a club with me Gun, gun, bag I'm with a slayer, I'm with a club with me Gun, gun, bag I'm with a slayer, I'm with a club with me Gun, gun, bag I'm with a slayer, I'm with a club with me Gun, gun, bag I'm 100 proof, wanna taste it? Take it to the head and the face Wrong place, you can do it Never been a sucker, break in front of a ducker Not in the game, break in front of all the f***ers In my range, better do my damn thing and lift it, man Bet you won't leave the same way you came We soldiers tight, put up your strikes We'll rip them off, snatch mice Back with attitude, that's right I'm sick with the money spent on bulletproof I can fight, fight Handle that, you can handle that Get back to the music, I'll f*** that Reach back, four-pack Everybody in the car, gotta lean back See that the game went soft, so we back Hit him in the head with a relapse Younger than most of you n****s in the world You die, you die If I decide, then we ride If it's on you, rock a bye-bye Thugs are straight, I warn you, you will Obey my order, we will ride Yes, we ride in the nighttime It really don't matter Get it hot, I yelp in the daylight Thugs is no fools, we know the rules Don't get too close with the attitude, dude Cause ooh, won't like how I give it to you Come with a slay, I'm with a hoe in me gun, gun black