Special delivery, [?] (Funk Flex) Funk Flex, Holiday (You know who it is) Fuck all ya'll (That's right) Hate me if you want (I take sole responsibility for this one) (See me) Naw, I ain't Bentley out (That's right) Every gun that I touched on, owned, dog, I emptied out (That's word) You the boss? Tell your men "be out" 'fore they soul be gone, blood be missing and wind be out Got the motherfuckin' 9 hollow And the only thing ya'll niggas tryna pop is the cork on a wine bottle Better stop flashin' the cash When I squeeze three, don't be surprised your man happened to dash You could beef, I don't get excited, I don't holla names ([?] say your name) When I shoot you in the brain, I don't get indicted Niggas gettin' hit at the boy, you on that God, shit (Mr. man, baby) Like niggas ain't get at the Lord Fuck the cross, I'ma drop you off in front of The Source Let 'em write about that, what'chu like about that? (What?) I just beat a charge, my 9 millimeter large ([?]), you on that pretty shit, you don't really need a scar I don't need you to snitch neither That's the [?] lady Feds watchin' in the court, seein' me (Seein' me, baby) I wanna chill, y'all wanna talk crazy, now I gotta get at cha'll (Anytime) I'm the motherfuckin' dead in y'all ([?]) It's about to be three dead dog in the reservoir ([?]) I ain't got a gun to jam (That's right) You think you hard? You could bring your little mans and we could have our own Summer Jam (We could do it in the streets) And I don't wanna stop Fuck a song, I want a gun to pop (Pop, pop, pop) If you really wanna beef with me (Hahaaaa) Ya'll niggas bitch, come and sleep with me (Get in the bed, man, I tuck you in) If I see you without a gun then you better not speak with me Don't say nuttin' Ya'll niggas really wanna do sumthin' We don't gotta make no more songs We could um Call each other up and you know Meet in a neutral place It don't gotta be nobody neighborhood Get off my man dick, let him do his numbers Don't be a studio gangsta We don't got nobody with us And we don't wanna make this like, you know Some kind of real big beef with everybody else in it If you wanna see us, come see us Not your mans Not your security Don't send nobody, we don't wanna send nobody after you We could get in the room and handle this like gangstas And I'm still pumpin' your music though I like your shit I ain't a hater But you definitely won't pop no shit about us and get away wit it Love is love, war is war That's it One