This, this, this, this is a warning,
This, this, this is a warning
This, this, this, this is a warning,
This, this, this is a warning
Got some dice in my hand,
my man says six is your point
Trying to hit the hard way so I
can break like Steve Millar
Take the money then I run son,
I feel like God and the devil,
I'm a saint, I'm a sinner
I'm a hard rocking, hard headed,
bush chasing product of the city
And I ain't asking for your love
and I don't want your pity
So girl don't talk about me shitty,
don't act all high and ditty
Cause if your man keep playing me funny
I'm a come take all his money
And leave him holy from this blessing with
my four pound Smith-N-Wesson
Better Better Better watch out who you're stressin',
fuck around you'll learn your lesson
This, this, this, this is a warning, I,
This, this, this is a warning
This, this, this, this is a warning,
This, this, this is a warning
Back of the liquor store tryin'
Bunch of heads in a circle,
daddy's handing out lumps
Trying to shake these bones,
I'm trying to get these shoes
But yo they all think Whitey's
cheating 'cause tonight I can't lose
They want to take my funds
Why you breathing so heavy,
while your palms all sweaty
And if you thinkin' bout a stick move,
word to God you ain't ready
This, this, this, this is a warning, I,
This, this, this is a warning
This, this, this, this is a warning,
This, this, this is a warning