[Verse 1]
Ayo I'm focused, its the Locust
O' Trice is holdin' the soldiers, the prognosist
Probably why I rose from Zero to Hope
'Cause I was wide eyed and open nose on my approach (Nigga!)
Hold the toast you provoke
.44's snub hugs my scotum when I roll
Yes I hold my own. Swifty thinking D-Bo's clone
I'm aimin', watch 'em switching to Daimens
The "Next Friday" I can bet who's a changed man.
When the thang's in hand it's not a cane man
I'll coast ya'll, I'll bring ya'll much closer to Jahovah
Definition of a Solhjah, I told ya'll (I!)
Hold the toast when I approach it's close
At all times by my side in the Holster "O's" the Roaster
Make me blow my composure, pop it's all over
when the fo-fo blows it goes...
[Chorus]
When I'm up on the club, when these niggas they want to act tough
Til they get plugged, watch them bullets come, now your touched from a slug
Hugging the streets like your in love.
Your heart race like...the Ambulence arrive
They rush you 'til the spit of flime
By my ride in July, homie you just died
Your family through crying, I pulled off a crime.
[Verse 2]
Just as quick as you can lose your face in a fools race
I pulled my "tool" first nigga you was in second place
And second place just means you didn't react with haste
And this defreants life, with "Murder being the case"
And since murder was the case it just means niggaz erased
Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate
Cause she ain't got the taste of the rasing you was a waste
Such a short span young man, said it should wait
First I'm a man, second I'm Five Eight besides the weight
Won't give a nigga the upper hand.
Cause when I (*Pop*) I get his up like "Barry San"
Sittin in the "can" he never ran like "Barry San"
Obie ain't playing, Obie gotta a plan
And the plan is not to be laying in Earth's land.
I will pop before you "canned" in Earth's land
You get shot for playing me less than a man. (Mathafucker!)
[Chorus]
When I'm up on the club, when these niggas they want to act tough
Til they get plugged, watch them bullets come, now your touched from a slug
Hugging the streets like your in love.
Your heart race like...the Ambulence arrive
They rush you 'til the spit of flime
By my ride in July, homie you just died
Your family through crying, I pulled off a crime.
[Verse 3]
Niggas get it twisted, liquor make 'em invision
That "Gangsterism" is disrecptin' a niggaz wishes.
Which's all that tough talk in front of bitches
Yeah you fifteen deep, the "Desert E" 'll give you stitches
And I can beat all the bitches and hoes you wanna
But I warn you the glock could make hot as California.
You'll be proped on the corner, flesh meat in the coroner
O's in Corentine, cause no hoes immune since no "holes" in me,
Niggaz take advantage, 'til I manage
To pull that hammer out they start scatterin'
I'm no gangsta, I'm a "Average Man"
But be damned if I let them do me savage man
Before that I'm strapped and would challenge him.
Cock back and the gat will damage them
It's not an act, this is fact, this is how I'm programmed
This is me, what I'm about, this who I am. (Mathafucker)
[Chorus]
When I'm up on the club, when these niggas they want to act tough
Til they get plugged, watch them bullets come, now your touched from a slug
Hugging the streets like your in love.
Your heart race like...the Ambulence arrive
They rush you 'til the spit of flime
By my ride in July, homie you just died
Your family through crying, I pulled off a crime.
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