The Diary lyrics

[Intro]
(Say, Face .. n*gga, I think I can fade you now)
What, fade me how?
(Sheeit, on this rap sh*t)
Come on, n*gga..

[Verse]
I brought my chopper and my hard hat
The sh*t's f*cked up now show a n*gga where the war at
'Cause I'm about to clean house
Stick this AK up your ass and blow that f*cker clean off
'Cause you n*ggas in the wrong
You came up short and now we fin to get it going on
I ain't your average motherf*cker
You step out of line and watch a motherf*cker bust ya
'Cause you done came at me the wrong way
I ain't no Clint Eastwood, n*gga, and you done picked the wrong day
So bring your ass to the battleground
Rat-tat-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound
Avoid no n*ggas 'cause n*ggas be human
I squeeze the trigger and n*ggas be movin'
'Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (Why?)
I'd rather point it at your ass and watch the n*gga die
I gives a f*ck about your team mates
When it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face
You shoulda seen that lil' n*gga Brad
Came through here, seen David done that n*gga bad
And your homies better stand still
Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you b*tches 'cause the man will
Don't bring your ass to my picnic
'Cause I done had it up to here with all you n*ggas talkin' that b*tch sh*t
So you better get your sh*t right
I'm from the state where you rarely see a motherf*ckin' fist fight
It's all about the gun blast
So you can miss me with that bullsh*t you spittin' with your punk ass
It's the diary of a born killer
Don't have to worry about me fallin' off this thang cause I'm a strong n*gga
The boregard of the hard
With n*ggas behind me from East Oakland to the South Park
I've got the mind of the man right behind ya
You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya
Like I say there's no getaway
And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your sh*t away
It's the return of the real n*ggas
I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill n*ggas
I'll bust that ass on the f*ckin' double
So push on with that ho sh*t, b*tch, 'cause you don't want trouble
So get your ass up off my shoestrings
And let your shermed n*gga do things
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, where you fin to go, fool?
(I can't f*ck with it, you got it, man)
Come on, n*gga! You wanna rap, n*gga?
(I can't do it) Let's rap n*gga, come on
You see, you see! That's how motherf*cker is, dogg
That's how motherf*ckers be, funky ass hoes
You motherf*ckers better quit f*cking with me like this
That's really doe