[Intro]

D.O.T. mutha-fucka

Lomo five [?]

Peace out to my cousin Loc and that mutha-fuckin [?]

Don't ever let my nine, uh

[Verse One]

The world is mine and I don't even know it yet

From ever side of the game I face death

Mutha-fuckas that I try to [?]

That's why I instantly fell in love with my heat

A.K.'s clip but I have no knowledge of this

Until a cheesy rat from the Rat Pack ratted out his own clique

And kicked me down with the plot

But fool I'm two steps ahead thinking [?]

Creepin down my block with the cock Glock ready to booyaka booyaka nigga [?] you know

Kept the airflow I obtained on the down-low

Wanting to disregard, then I thought hard

If I get into it with this man and take his life

Would that be it for me? Would that be it for me?

Would the penitentiary be in my future

If I had to [?] mutha-fucka with my Ruger

Cause fool I'd rather do ya, than deal with ya

Just like my big ol' nigga Bun B from B.A.T. but y'all don't feel me though

[Hook]

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

Don't ever let my 9 catch your temple, nigga

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

Don't ever let my 9 catch your temple, nigga

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

So don't ever let my 9 hit your temple, nigga

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

So don't ever let my 9 hit your temple, nigga

[Verse Two]

With my back against the [?] up with the squad then you might catch a [?]

Right to left it'll [?]

I promise if I don't get to that [?] squeeze the [?]

I'mma throw them things and knock you to your knees with my [?]

Cause all these bustas tryna kill me and what's happening?

Gotta be saving my neck so it's them things that I be grabbing

If they wanna play with toys [?] Toys 'R' Us

The D.O.G., fools straight killer come test [?]

We put down the mutha-fucking mic so we can go

Cause ain't no studio in [?]

[Hook]

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

So don't ever let my 9 catch your mutha-fuckin' temple

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

So don't ever let my 9 catch your mutha-fuckin' temple

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

So don't ever let my 9 catch your mutha-fuckin' temple

It's just that simple, pop you like a pimple

So don't ever let my 9 catch your...

[Verse Three]

[?], that I'm official

[?] ass in a blood pool mutha-fucka

Just 'cause a nigga don't talk that shit, I'd rather walk that shit

And let the pistol meet your face bitch

Round one, round two mutha-fuckin three four

Now all remains are your brains paintin' up the floor

It's all good when [?] tonight

But I got my nigga Skull Duggery rollin' in the ride with me

[?] to the mac-o just scoop that nigga Jack-o

Jack's just what we should call him cause that's what he be hauling

Totin' on blunts and snorting powder to get high

But now my demons are feining and ready for the fight

I'd rush out right as we dip through the city

Rolling back to the hood where the nigga said he would kill me

Well let's [?]

Cause I be fucked if they gone get me, and I don't catch [?]

Pull out my pistol and poppers 'til all my enemies droppa

Click clack my shit shot, home and fucked my bitch

Cause a (Nigga)

Fool it's just that simple

Don't ever let my 9 catch your temple, nigga

[Outro]

1995 shouts out to the nigga who think I'm [?]

[?] yous a bitch

If you think a nigga can't come with that rich

Shouts out to all my niggas who buy my tape

And if you don't buy my tape you will get raped ya biatch

Lil bo 5 [?]

Suck a nigga dick then get the fuck off me hoe

Nigga all these bitches in the house

I'm riding to fuck [?]