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[Intro]
Got any drugs or weapons on you?
You n*ggas, you ain't sh*t!
Scared now
I like that
Look

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Murder shoot retaliation: that's all we know
E'ry week another altercation: we trained to go
No retreat and no intimidation: incredible
Instead of full clips I tote revolver
On my mission cause whenever they say miss' in a case it be hard to solve em
Take no sh*t and I put that sh*t on my father
I'm turnt to the max ain't no adjustin' my volume
And here's a little message for the robbers: (gunshot)
AY!

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Straight out the set
Where K rounds get sprayed out and lay down ya set
'Less you pressin' yo issue then f*ck you lil' pussies and f*ck what you rap
I need it all cash no checks I bet de' n*ggas won'drin what coming next
Pull up in foreign that FN is showing you pussies is already knowing
I fly like [?] he got more heart than Owen
The n*ggas that's with him is riddin' the b*tches that's with me be geeked up and rollin'
Came in with TIP and them n*ggas with three-quarters worth of a clip for these n*ggas
So know if it go to them cannons when I let it off ain't no chance of it jammin'
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay
Bet know that I'm strapped when you see me pull up at the light
Mac 10 in my lap and the Carbon 15 to the right
Being polite
50 round drum put this sh*t in ya life
The end of ya life will begin in tonight
Go to hell take you a friend if you like
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Promise I'm worth every bit of the hype
See yo sh*t what pus*y ass n*ggas recite when they partner step up to go get in the fight
Then go get they ass whoop get they chain and sh*t took
Sucker can call me e'r name in the book but I bet I ain't broke
And I bet I ain't takin no sh*t from no n*gga on sight Imma go (Imma go)
Never no question on how Imma handle it on sight Imma go (n*gga go)
Come with the hammers and just get to blammin' on sight Imma go (n*gga go)
n*gga bes' miss me with all a that hoe sh*t on sight Imma go (n*gga go)
Play with me 'n' the homie get wrong if you want just know Imma go

[Verse 4: Skeme]
I'on' f*ck wit none of these n*ggas cause I ain't run the bands up with these n*ggas and I
? None of these b*tches cause when the money come I ain't even stuntin these b*tches and I
Don't say no to drugs cause a n*gga too busy yellin' hell yeah f*ckin right
Yep yep bes' bet be the crookedest chef in the kitchen n*gga we ain't cookin nothin light
Me and CIRE just talkin sh*t the other night sayin' that these n*ggas can't f*ck with what I was on
I be in the mirror like all of this designer sh*t I'm wearin' ain't right unless I got the gun on
Pockets heavy let me get my Big Pun on
Laughin at these n*ggas who be sided with fun on
Beat stupid let the flow go dumb on
My b*tch twin from the tub get a Rev Run on
I had to hustle from the trenches with mine
They prolly wonder how much time was spent on them rhymes
They think I'm writing I'm just such doing, n*gga to the exit you a quarter threw ya bus and now I'm finished with mine
I really got hits lil n*gga, I'm really bout as big as it gets lil n*gga, so
Don't sweat lil n*gga all that actin like a hood 'll get you chipped lil n*gga
Hey!