I'm playing chess like checkers that's why they can't check us
Carrying berettas underneath our umbrellas we straight killas
Seventeen holes inside of each of their sweaters
Arizona hot weahter so why bother
Older brotha I call him god father
I'ma don and we only look after each other son
Suckas pulled there guns but ain't use em
So when I see them call up the the grim reaper
Tell him I got two bitches coming to see him
Nevermind that cause I'm all about getting this money while holding my gat
Old school with the nail in baseball bat
On my Al Capone shit check the stat
I'll have shit jumping like a low rider front to back
I carry my peice cause suckas wanna disturb my peace
When that happenes it's a must that they become deceased
So keep ya distance cause I don't wanna release
However like a monster I gotta unleash the beast
I'm crushing the game like crackers in soup
You better have a good aim if you plan try to shoot
I want bigger thangs like a business car and suit
I salutes each and every single one of my troops
Like hoops you cross me you gonna have to deal with the pay back
Remamber that you rep what you sow
That's why I'm coming for your soul, asshole
You on the table and the beat go (Budda...Budda..) beepin more slow
And I'm pissed off cause of suckas like you
Suckas I don't like punk mothafuckas
Playing you like chess but it's checkas(2x)
Now I hear you screaming like fire alarms
Bitch please hold your pitty
Me and my goons are filthy you feel me
If they don't free my boy shorty I'ma have to let off a whole forty
Looking like a movie director cause I'm always ready for action
Now your white T is starting to look like a reds jeresy
I got my shot gun pointed at you like your name was ricky
Don't get smoked up like the sticky
Then have your family see you get wrapped up like a burrito
What I carry holds a mini torpedo so keep ya head down low
You talking to much about your past let me see the present
I heard you like playing games so let's play one like peek-a-boo
I shoot above your shoe when I see you
I ain't a killa unless you push me too and make my hand squeez
Everybody's a hitter untill it's time to really hit something
Now we can see his heart starting to jump out of his shirt
Don't ever believe the ones who claim to put in the most work
I knew you and them other 68 niggas and all of y'all are rats
((Suckas))
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