Track 12

[Hook x2] Everybody wanna play that tough guy 'Til them things come out and them shots fly Say your last words homie and it's bye bye You shouldn't have been playin' with me [Verse 1] I ain't no killer but don't push me Them very words said can resurrect Pac straight from the dead And it takes a young nigga like me to push the limit No gimmick, this is real homie I wake out of my sleep, sweat drippin' off my face and cheek I swear to God, death callin' for me That's why I carry a heat, roamin' these streets 'til they come and get me Cause ninety percent of them are comin' with me C4 your car doors and watch your shit blow in a jiffy Quick, boom, explode when I empty I'm on the edge so please don't tempt me to jump I walk around with a pump, just to scatter you punk's heads Then go and get some head by that woman you want She does what I says, I says what I does Crazy back then, yeah that's what I was But now I'm psycho, mental nigga, holdin' a grudge I put a hole in your mug, and let the blood leak out Until it fill up a tub, then put your son in it This is no image, this is ether Cocaine, reefer, alcohol mixed with it They tried to label your boy as a menace Put me in some records, along with Guinness I just started, I ain't finished Chest to your head, until all you motherfuckers diminish [Bridge x2] I hope y'all ready to ride Cause it's do or die If not, stay inside I hope you ready If not, be quiet Cause when shots fly Somebody will cry I hope you ready