Orange Box Cutter lyrics

[Verse 1]
All that shootin', nobody got shot
All that lootin', nobody got guap
n*gga with the A, n*gga with the E-R
f*ck how you sayin', I spray at you in the ER
I used to be nice to rappers
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I don't like these rappers
Hate dummies spittin' darts when the God speak
Take money, I'm be grant you a heart beat
Respect my office hours
Reach for the 'sket and off the coward
I'm married to the game, make the best man send a
Shot that goes zoom like an X-Clan member
Ya'll n*ggas f*ck around with rap
I don't f*ck around, I'll f*ck around and pound your hat
Ruck around to diminish you dumb bast*rds
Bucktown, the Originoo Gun Clappaz, P
f*ck outta here