by Lil Rob
sh*t stay happen
Its crazy dog
Its off the hook
But you know
Real n*ggas survive
Cause I'm heartless
Who is this I see, coming through, its like 3 in the a.m
I'ma rob this n*gga, and when I'm done, I'ma slay him
For being stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2
And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to, yeah, that one'll do
Foolish n*ggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em
Like Jigga said, n*ggas test you when your gun goes warm
So I keep 'em scattering like roaches, when the light turns off
From night to dawn, right from wrong holds no weight
3-57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight
Settin' all you b*tches straight (what) squashing all beefs
To the point where the police be blockin' all streets
Got me trapped up in the building, but you know how that go
I stay f*cking with the hood rats and I run up in the rab hole
Run through the hallway, see police, face to face
And being I'm telling you this story, means I caught another case
Its either you or me
And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me
Aiight? Feel me, O
Day 2 of the saga, this f*cking drama continues
Waking up like every 2 hours, looking out my window
Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door just in case
When they bust in, I bust them and I'm gunning for the face
"What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me
"You can always get a job" and cheap sh*t they tried to sell me
Got me no where but broke and f*cked up in the game
But now I got a name, and n*ggas know my name
Knock of the door "Police! We're looking for a man
Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand"
I play like a b*tch "Its just me here, and I'm not dressed
And that guy sounds kind of dangerous, I hope you make an arrest"
That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city
'Cause I know I'm hotter than lava, I'll holla tomorrow
Got my dog on the horn, he like "f*ck, you done did?!
They done ran up in my crib, n*gga, patting down my kid!"
Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons
Murder's on my mind, no half steppin'
Motherf*ckers want war, you can get it
Cause I'm tired of running, remember me as the n*gga that died gunning
Kamikaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint, raw dog; f*ck the vest
They can keep theirs, cause it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em
It'll be the roar of the C-4 as I'm bringing down the building
When I go, taking a bunch of the motherf*ckas with me
I ain't sitting around waiting for them faggot n*ggas to come and get me
I bring it to 'em, service with a smile; what n*gga?
Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, n*gga?
Now that you finally finding out what this sh*t means
I'm at the precinct, 116th
Run up in there, open up my jacket "You motherf*ckas looking for me?"
"Well here I am! Now you coming with me!"
Man, that sh*t is crazy, baby
Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you with it
It's off the hook y'all