If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch

It's a smash

You did good, $lick

If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch

You can take me out the North, but can't take the North up outta me

Type of motherfucker that they used to give lobotomies

Neurologically, I'm too dead to give apologies

Made this shit from nothin', bitch, I piss on your astrology

Who the fuck brought this ho and why she talking 'bout astrology?

Yeah, oh, this ho must want me to tweak out

Huh, talk to the dead, eyes rollin', twеakin' up off that woo-woo

I got killers with no guns, they just fluent in voodoo

Maskеd up, paint their faces, turn your hood to Zulu

Akudia off that mudo, I semi that rah on sudo

I'm up at the shootout with a Prezzi, feel like Teddy Roosevelt

Swallowin' pills, yeah, I been livin' like I can't wait to go to Hell

Where the competition?

Uh-huh, that's what I thought, now listen

Just shoot, don't care who I'm hittin'

Fuckin' right, I'm fucked up, probably as bad as our shippin'

Just wanna see 'em bleed, disease the industry

They gon' see the end before they see the end of me

If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch

If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch

Whoa

Hoppin' out the fuckin' porch, I stepped into a crime scene

St. Bernard Boulevard, all the shit I've seen, I need some Visine

Created a fuckin' nightmare while pursuin' all of my dreams

Hidin' from the high beams, in the shadows lackin' glycine

Trappin' out the shotgun, paranoia's not fun

Pace around my house at night strapped, I'm ready for problems

Oh, you got one? Ain't never seen you step up

Caught you sobbin' till the snot runs, oh no, bitch, I am not done

Gators lurkin', caught one of them, though, and made a Birkin

Haters smirkin', caught one of them hoes, and later flames were burnin'

I hook 'em like I'm made of verses, plague returnin' curses

To the wicked ones who slayed the virgins, I'ma make mistakes on purpose

Uh, ten years and runnin'

Uh, ten years and gunnin'

Grind *59 till their faces turn grey

Black and white lights hypnotize the hive mind into slaves

Fuckin' with that Grey *59, should know that you gon' die with me

Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me

Fuckin' with that straight *59, should know that you gon' die with me

Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me

Fuckin' with that straight *59, should know that you gon' die with me

Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me