If I hit you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I split you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I cut you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I shoot you you're going to think that I went crazy
Camouflage and gunmetal I'm in the ghetto
I'm remember the first time I met the devil
Belt buckles and brass knuckles we all chuckled
You pulled a muscle trying to swing hit you bong bing
Face flat straight facts call it a comeback
Made stacks paid tax concrete taste that
A platoon of goons ready to make room
We don't rock to the same tune stupid buffoon
She had hooters but I met up with mad shooters
Then smoke buddha she like how could this man do this
Can't you understand I'm just out doing my thing
I ain't gonna be a puppet you pull on a string
She was for the streets I'm tired of giving her piece
When it's time to release I f*ck like a beast
Truth hurts some of you need a life search
And if you want a verse it better be a big purse
If I hit you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I split you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I cut you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I shoot you you're going to think that I went crazy
Don't get me mad cuz it'll be bad for you
For you
Don't get me mad cuz it'll be bad for you
For you
If I hit you you going to think that I went crazy
If I split you you going to think that I went crazy
If I cut you you going to think that I went crazy
If I shoot you you going to think that I went crazy
If I hit you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I split you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I cut you you're going to think that I went crazy
If I shoot you you're going to think that I went crazy