You better have a bulletproof vestCause these niggas out here, they be some hatersHaters, manThey sick out on these streets, trying to stay up on your feetEverybody got a kagerEverybody got a kagerDon't, don't leave the house without your stankDon't, don't leave the house without your stankDon't, don't leave the house without your stankDon't, don't leave the house without your stankI wanna come home, so I don't leave my homeOr my stapler, Ryloth up, or pistol crownCause they'll try to dome you where I'm at and where I'm fromWhen a pony walk up to you with a drumMost of the time over something small and hella dumbLike saying some stupid *** when you're drunkYou can plot your own demise by what comes from your tongueDon't get killed behind a bitchCause you hella sprungI was raised around older folks that lived the fast paceWith the gamed up university, where they laced to unlaceDon't make me whip out on the niggas, stay turntThey don't play by the rules no more, not even the people that made em' upAin't no refunds or no rebatesThey'll put a hole in your face like a milk crateAin't no talking no more, these niggas don't debateThey appear to be real, but they really finnakedYou better have a bulletproof vestCause these niggas out here, they be some hatersHaters, manThey sick out on these streets trying to step on your feetEverybody got a kanderDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodMy first gun was a 32 specialSick shooter, don't *** with my cash flowCause my money don't stopRemember when they first came with Glocks?Seventeen shotsI got a gunI got himWith all them bullets, you better pop himCause them *** starters, you gotta stop himShoot him in his ass with a shotgunThose days are long and goneNiggas blast, now it goes on and onIt's way too real when you're banging somethingPistol in his pocket, big thang in the trunkThe bait wasn't ever about blue and redBut you still might end up deadShot in the headThat's how they caught MichaelThey sprayed him up with that assault rifleYou better have a bulletproof vestCause these niggas out here, they be some hatersHaters, manThey sick out on these streets trying to step on your feetEverybody got a kanderDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodLeaving the house unarmedIt's like leaving a hornLeaving a hornI was taught that way ever since the day that I was bornI was bornThose ***s are the all time high, contagious like a yawnLike a yawnAfter a funeral, two months is the extent of which they roamedHe got his hood on his neck and his back is face and fistBut his hood turned they back, may he rest in pissHe's a goner no longer, he's been dismissedCall the coroner a donor, cancel ChristmasAnalyzing the ways of the world, I come to find outIt's a real one, the preacher preaching, the missionary shoutI hear they be playing for keeps, specially in the droughtPut a tag on his feet for some bread or somethingCertain amount, it's gruesome out hereIt's far from gorgeousChristians, Scientologists, agnostics, MormonsI'ma keep it skrill till I meet my makerWon't leave the house without my staplerYou better have a bulletproof vestCause these niggas out here, they be some hatersThey sick out on these streets trying to step on your feetEverybody got a cagerDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodDon't, don't leave the house without your same bloodDon't, don't leave the house without your same blood