Let Him Have It

I never stayed my ass home, I always thought that I was grown

In the traffic, I was gone, you see my head was made of stone

Got a problem with me?

Then feel free muthafucka, don't be talkin' under your breath

That might be the cause of your death

'Cause I'ma quick to stop a **** in his tracks, man

So let's get this shit out in the open

I used to like to go from the shoulders, get 'em up, one on ones

Now it's a whole different ball game, **** that carry guns

A sucka will kill you first and you will be layin' in a hurst

Takin' a deep ass sleep, knowin' it wasn't worth

Provin' you wasn't a punk, **** don't want to thump

**** just want to funk and shoot up a **** trunk

I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room

Bought her a drink and said, "Whats up on the telly room?"

Just then I felt some trouble kickin' in

Spotted her ex-boyfriend who had just got out the pen

Muthafuckas get to baulkin' when the liquor's talkin'

Drunk muthafucka stepped on my toe and kept on walkin'

I said, "What's up with you partner, say excuse me or somethin'"

He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin'

I guess he thought he pumped fear until I said

"**** don't you know I'll have you touchin' everything in here"

He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strappin'

Dag nab it, I had to let him have it

What type of **** did he think you was, E?

I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin'

He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killin'

But now tell me somethin', why do muthafuckas always wait till that **** committed himself

To realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of **** to fuck with?

E, do you feel me?

Yeah, I feel ya Sohab

Well, let's take it to the next page then

Oh, you mean that part about the dungeon?

You know!

The next mornin', I'm sittin' in the dungeon, wonderin'

Should I be dissed? Nope, I did it in self defense

I wasn't twisted, I hadn't even started yet

It happened too fast before someone could stop me

I wish I had some dank weed

While I wait out these 24 more hours before I plead

Freedom I'm gonna miss you (I wish I had some dice)

Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue

Now this the part that's fucked up

I walks into the dayroom and uh, umm what the fuck?

I never thought that I would straight make, ah

The front page of the newspaper

Man, they 'bout to send me up state, ah

Talkin' that shit about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot

I make a shank outta plastic and let a **** have it

That's what's really goin' down

'Cause when a muthafucka's down for the count

You gotta be about it or be without it

'Cause a muthafucka once told me when you see a mark sleep

Leave him sleep in the middle of the street

If you can't stand the heat stay up out the kitchen

Now I'm still in the county's face

Fightin' this funky ass 187 case

Shoot me a kite that's a good way to mingle

I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin' shingle

Gettin' big as a house, bulkin' up

400 club waitin' for them to say, "Stevens roll it up"

My dream came true after almost 2 years of incarceration

Now I'm out drinkin' brew

Havin' fun with my folks

Lovin' everybody gettin' twisted and crackin' jokes

Huggin' anybody cryin'

I missed every **** in my clique and I ain't lyin'

We bones out to a party

I'm on P-role but what can I say

I can't let 'em know I'm stuck

I roast bitches but I'm not a damn peanut

Now I'm at the party thought I wasn't

Dancin' with the dead ****'s fine ass cousin

I wonder what she's thinkin', my, my, my

The bitch been lovin' me ever since Hogan High

She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't with it

They went out they way to make sure that I didn't get it

But now tricks is for kids silly rabbit

I had to let 'em have it

Muthafucka!

Muthafucka!

Mutha-Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka!

Muthafucka!

Muthafuck-Muthafucka!