(Yea) Look I really don’t know what the fuck you niggas is thinkin'

But this ours

This ours

If you want it, you’ve gotta pry it from my cold, dead fingers

See, I’m willing to die for it

And I don’t even think you’re really ready to go there

Let's go

I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times

I'm strapped bitch. I done carried out a few crimes

‘Cause of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times

These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes

I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes

(Nah, nah) Look I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes

I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times

These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes

(Yea. Look.) Strapped like dyke sex

About to make my dreams come true off this Pyrex

I must just slide up in the club with a nice tech

Drink twelve Bud Lights. I’m not the one to test like mic check

Standin' on the couch spillin' Henny on the DJ

Flash the .30 at him make him put my shit on replay

It’s Mob Lyfe, T-Dubb-O, you niggas know me

Hit the stage, make the whole crowd say “Fuck The Police”

You see the VVSs. The necklace get her to go creep

I Speakerboxx into her Love Below like it’s ‘03

Start a riot like Tity Boi. Ridin' ‘round with that semi toy

Y’all show up when the war’s over, bitch, like Helen Troy

I’m Achilles with lyrics. Kill them. Come get destroyed

Sick with the flow. Any chick’ll go. I spit iller noise

Ku, what’s the word? We get it cracking at any moment

You want to make your shit hot, then put Dubb on it (What’s up?)

I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times

I'm strapped bitch. I done carried out a few crimes

‘Cause of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times

These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes

I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes

(Nah, nah) Look I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes

I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times

These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes

(Yea) You know I come from a tough breed

A city that's known to crush dreams

These rappers plagued with too much greed

And there ain't no honor amongst thieves

Always lived by one creed: Cross us, and you must bleed

So keep my name out your mouth, put my dick in it

That's the only way you gon’ succeed

And you know they can't wait to hate

When they see you stepping over your milestones

But there really ain't much you can tell somebody

Who's living inside a no fly zone

I've had police barging in my home, death threats in my iPhone

But I grip weapons like trick questions

They'll leave you riddled and your mind blown

These rookies be killin' me thinkin' that

They don't have to show respect when approachin' vets

Actin' so suspect, talking ‘bout huntin' me down like Boba Fett

But I can't count on my fingers

How many times that I've been close to death

Now all of a sudden

One of these corny rappers supposed to pose a threat?

Half these bastards throwin' sets

Are 100 pounds when they're soakin' wet

And you think you're layin' my soul to rest?

I don't suggest you hold your breath

With them women's clothes in your wardrobe

Better get control of them hormones

You've been warned hoes

I'm turnin' the next award show to a war zone

I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times

I'm strapped bitch. I done carried out a few crimes

‘Cause of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times

These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes

I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes

(Nah, nah) Look I ain’t worried ‘bout a few rhymes

I'll start a riot in this bitch. I've been carried out a few times

These rappers talking shit, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes