Yeah, he owe me fifty dollars

Yo, I hear you, man, come on, clear it up

Look, man, look, look them mothafuckas still ain't comin', man

Or you don't think so? Or you don't think so?

Well let me tell you somethin', **** short for my money I'ma dead 'em dead in this shit motherfucka

Man fuck that boy, man why you beefin' with me, man?

I'm a crease that motherfucka like Sunday

You hear me motherfucker? I'ma go drop that motherfucker

I'ma drop 'em, man, I'ma crave 'em"

That automatic, I keep by my bed

It's for my bitches when I fuck, I press it on they head

And pull the trigger with no clip in it, even though I'm that ****

I chat in drug business when I'm on the shitta, I'm paranoid

Two Desert Eagles in my catalogue, I told my bitch, "Swim good" Like Lara Croft

I could deliver the brick if you add a couple yards

I'm just a dealer, all eyes, the rap star

Twenty-four hour grind, five minute showers (Kill you in this bitch!)

Got my dough up (Oop), gotta blow like the ****

Y'all fuckin' cowards (Uh), every sixteen sour (Fly!)

I wanna get her maybe, inside baby powder

Maybe I die tomorrow, but I'ma live today (Right)

You just a little giant, Danny O'Shea

I'm just a young papi with a old fade

My flow genuine, I could bag soya

Either you ride or prepare to die (Bitch!)

Either you bang or prepare to hide

I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games

I don't know about love, but I know about pain

Either you ride or prepare to die

Either you bang or prepare to hide

I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games (Word, word)

This real life, Bamz 'til I hit my grey

Crossfire

You know you fucked up

Got the liquor talkin', I'm cookin' in the kitchen, studio apartment

Tanboys doin' what Terror Squad started

Be real, I'm insane, not retarded

I'm not dumbin' down, I wanna be the best

This rap game cutthroat and leave your neck

So now it's cool to be gustos, give me respect

You pullin' cards, have your fire all on deck

Give me my currency, trademark in JetSet

I still deal the fiends, a corner boy vet

EastSide el barrio, we the best

I still fuck with birdies, I'm not Ol' Shep

My grandpa was a gangster, that's old rep

100 Keep It 'til the death

You wanna talk hoes? I still keep them wet

With snow, like the seventh-innin' I'ma make it stretch

What the fuck you doin'?

Just papin' up

You won't be doing shit behind my back, why the fuck you gon' be doing that?

Off court, man it was my turn, man, we just playin', it's just lupe

I don't give a fuck who you is, be my mother, motherfucker, I don't play that shit

I'm sorry, man

If you do that shit, just do it front of my face

Either you ride or prepare to die (Bitch!)

Either you bang, don't prepare to hide

I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games

I don't know about love, but I know about pain

Either you ride or prepare to die

Either you bang, don't prepare to hide

I'ma grown-ass man, I don't play no games

This real life, Bamz 'til I hit my grey (Crossfire)

Crossfire