This time I won't hold back/
Take off my shirt and my jewelry nigga,hold that/
Na step back, cuz it's about to get ugly like Bubba/
I might have to kill this muthafucka/
No names will be said/
Cuz if somebody end up dead, they gone bring in the Feds/
See him with that red beam....on his head/
If I pull the trigga he gone end up dead/
Ain't no more life to live there after/
Close the book, thats the end of his chapter/
Na he felt the wrath fa act'n like an actor/
Even though I rap, I'm a fulltime scrappa/
Cheese stacka, part-time bitch slappa/
And fa these hoe ass niggas, I turn gun clappa/
You want war, I'll strap up, load the mack up/
Automatics and semi's is packed up/
Run up yo crib, now yo bitch ass is jacked up/
Bullets hit yo body with the force of a mack truck/
And now I need dues/
Searched ya crib fa dope like I was look'n fa Blues Clues/
