Tekst piosenki
Run up in your school with a chopper
And blow your brains on the fucking locker
If we can’t find you we gone get your father
And stomp his ass out like they did Mufasa
I just got off probation for a banger
30 in the clip one in the chamber
And R.I.P. to that boy who stick to them rangers
He shoulda kept his mouth closed like a hanger
Pass me the 30 i get it poppin’
And give his ass wings like a pair of Robins
Aim at his head shoot him in the noggin
Now his shit red like Dennis Rodman
I don’t need guards like Clippers
I’ma stay with the pole like a fuckin’ stripper
Fuck nigga try me this what i’ma give him
A all black bag with a fucking zipper
So let a nigga try me try me
I show up to the address on your fucking I.D
Shoot your baby boy and i ain’t talking Tyrese
Chopper turn his brains into a fucking Hi-C
Take a picture of his head and put that shit on IG
Your momma see the picture get to yelling why me?
So let a nigga try me try me
I got goons in my squad like that nigga Slime P
And everywhere we go bitch the tool is on us
I ain’t with the talking nigga who you gone touch?
Put a finger on me bro and shoot your dome up
And leave your soul like the Jeffersons movin’ on up
(Outro)
EAZY! the hottest nigga in the city
I ain’t heard a nigga spittin’ this hard since Biggie
Free all my niggas man free prop, free wello, free freaky j
Free gangbang, free cash free all them Newtown niggas man you already
Know how i’m coming this my year and i’m finna take this shit over
And i ain’t gotta rap forever i’ma kill every beat out here
On me!
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