[Intro]

(Medusa, what you on, nigga?)

Yeah

Know I'm finna run it up

Yeah

Yeah, though, mm

Don't lose your head, though (Medusa got that pressure), mm

[Verse 1]

Look, stolen cars and stolen rods, ain't no crazy way (Uh)

Hold your blick, and hold your rod

Me and Dre jumped out with K's (Uh)

Lil' bitch screamin', "Oh my, God"

My whole life was filled with rage (Rage)

Mortal Kombat, bitch, I saw it

You can kick like Johnny Cage (Wah)

I'm gon' blow my fuckin' rod, flip the chapter, check the page

I was outside playin' with rods, not with toys, check my age (Please)

Was singin' on your fuckin' squad, get your boy filled with sage (Uh)

Stand over somethin' with that rod, he a capper (He don't want smoke), he a fake

She fucked the whole gang, she gon' pass nothin' but that coochie (That coochie)

I got no brain, I was outside thuggin' with a boozy (Off the back)

Cookin' yamin

Bitch, you inside that bitch cookin' noodles (What ya need?)

If that was your man's, would y'all bust a brain or straight get to it? (Aight)

I'm just sayin', partner, we just dropped a shot, and bro was duckin'

We popped your man's probably

Nigga, drop your nuts, my nigga (I), fuck it

Done droppin' bands on 'em

Just to collect bags and pick a bucket (Know it)

I ain't put my hands on her

Bitch, I always, still ridin' 'round with a fully (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Where your ass gon' go?

Ain't nowhere to run

Shit, we got plenty smoke

And we got chops (Uh), and plenty guns

And lil' bro still on dope

Lil' bro trip like Barry Bonds (Uh-uh)

Ayy, put shots to his throat

But I can't do that to my son

Where your ass gon' go?

Ain't nowhere to run (No way)

Shit, we got plenty smoke

And we got chops, and plenty guns (No way)

And lil' bro still on dope

Lil' bro trip like Barry Bonds (No way)

Ayy, put shots to his throat

But I can't do that to my son

[Verse 2]

Uh, we got chop, but that drop shells like Ninja Turtles

Drop your skin when we come through, shit, ain't no need for jumpin' hurdles (Jumpin' hurdles)

I beat that bitch like Kill Lane

I'm with my gang, no color purple

Stay in your lane, I'm too deranged

I'm out my brain, somethin' like a circus (On I)

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That's the devil creepin'

It's hot as hell, I run with shells, lil' bitch, you're not that evil (That evil)

You heard that smell?

I'm causin' hell, lil' bitch, we popped your people (No way)

[Chorus]

Where your ass gon' go?

Ain't nowhere to run

Shit, we got plenty smoke

(Uh) And we got chops, and plenty guns (Oh)

And lil' bro still on dope

(Boy) Lil' bro trip like Barry Bonds (Boy)

Ayy, put shots to his throat

But I can't do that to my son (No, no)

Where your ass gon' go? (Where the fuck is you gon' run?)

Ain't nowhere to run

Shit, we got plenty smoke

And we got chops, and plenty guns (And plenty guns)

And lil' bro still on dope

Lil' bro trip like Barry Bonds (Barry Bond)

Ayy, put shots to his throat

But I can't do that to my son

[Outro]

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