Too many niggas be gruntin' shit,
you fuckin' with mine
You shoulda known I'm a killer,
nigga, I kill you for mine
This M .O .B. to my last breath,
and I can't wait
Ain't got no time for conversation,
I'm takin' my bank
You facin' two to your chest, nigga,
and four to your head
I hope you play for the Dodgers,
chump, now Dodgers land
I used to think it was cool peoples,
but now I know
It ain't no motherfuckin' friends
in this game called dope
Paid this nigga a visit,
runnin' the nigga a ounce
Motherfucker took it and ran with it,
now I'm off of this house
Woke him up, he was slippin',
all he could see was gorillas
If he don't give me my shit,
fuck up his wife and his children
Now he's screamin', don't kill him,
shoulda seen the fear in his eyes
Sucker only 15,
tomorrow he only got 5
Well somebody gotta die on this bitch,
and that's for sure
Cause motherfuckers pay what they lies,
if they owe, you owe me
Gimme my shit, gimme my shit,
gimme my shit, gimme my shit
Steady movin' and losin',
lost a house in the rain
Niggas is cruisin' for bruisin',
I'm all about gettin' paid
Give up the money you owe me,
cause I got dope on the streets
And you can't pay me
with power nigga,
I'm orderin' G's
I'm soakin' soap out my money grip,
I'm workin' with the crew
Come your ass up off the cut,
and let me do what I do
If you ain't comin' with Striller nigga,
I'm leavin' your fuck
And all your gay you can save it,
I'm shootin' it up
I'm puttin' weed on your corner,
make your faces familiar
When the law leave the corner,
I come back to kill ya
Take it over, it's over,
you ain't ready for this
I'm finna ask you one more time,
nigga, pay me my shit
And if you don't, I'll come and get ya
I killed my motherfuckin' homie
The game ain't changed,
pay what you owe me
You overdue on your payment,
nigga, I waited and waited
Rare told me you full of gizm,
I see what he's sayin'
Hate to do you, but nigga,
you in the wrong and you know it
Tried to trust you to fuck you,
you must be thinkin' I'm hoist
Nigga, I kill you for nothin',
but money's my reason
Shouldn't have came with the spindle,
but I wouldn't have
stopped you from grievin'
I wrote your momma a letter,
just tell her the why
I only challenge the ladies,
bait them for murderin' outside
You took my kindness for weakness,
like I'm some pussy
Nigga, bullshit is bullshit,
but this is real shit, you touch it
I put you on from the get
-go with no static
Now God damn it, you pushy
So now I dig up in your pussy,
nigga, you owe me
Thank for You
