Oh-Yea, we here - that's right, my niggaz light that shit up Light your shit up, oh-yea, oh-yea Tappin' bottles back that, spit lines for the homies That's R.I.P., you feel me? Aiight let's learn these niggaz sumtin' We gon' run down the line like this... Before I get the watch - I get the big glock Before I step foot in the V - I get the stash box No matter the casin', I'm bringin' the heat Take my kids to Sesame Place, I'm bringin' my heat Fo'sho, you neva know it might pop off Better safe than sorry, niggaz could neva rob me Or reach the hand toward me and in any type fashion Fuck what you heard or think my shit blastin' We hittin' the club; I get my contraband You fuckin' wit us? You'd rather suck madd dick Before I squeeze I aim at your hat then Without hesitation, turn your shit backwards Soon as I purchase my kicks; I put the gemstars in So if they lock me up; my razor makes madd hits Before I die, the world gon' hear me And make me rich, my kids will be filthy R: Priorities; put my gun on, I'm ready for the day Two; tryin' hit you before you hit me C; he a good nigga, don't call cross P Four; balance my hatred and love more E; tryin' to stay alive, only live once Six; neva let fear control me dunn G; make the money, money neva made me Eight; live by four, it should be straight Ayo, nigga I don't shoot cars up or dawgs up That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up! That's child play now I gotta taste for blood I gotta see some meat hangin' 'fore the jobs well done I need to see a nigga drop 'fore I make my gun stop And before I start shootin', I make sure you hop Niggaz wind me up and wind me up 'Til I pop up on your scene like Jack in the Box With the two toppings, cuttin' at you up like butter VA style nigga your meat get smothered Mobb style nigga me and my blood brothers kill Pretty boy, rappers if their songs speak others Oh you shot niggaz before? That's cool wit me 'Cause you gon' need experience tunnin' wit P Before I came to QB, I was already thug Before all this rap shit, I was already bugged R: