[Intro]

I'ma let you know off top, you got the wrong one, buddy

Yeah, say the wrong thang, mayne, you're paying for it

Yeah, I'm a cutthoat, man

I push a hard line, man; I got a short fuse, man

Blow up so quick

[Verse]

Old boy claim he a boss but unemployed

Told him to get lost, he got me noid

He one of them nosy niggas that I avoid

Always asking stupid questions (No doy)

I'm no toy, potna, quit playing with me

Or meet my new roommate that's staying with me

My brodie, my .40

He the best friend I had since me and Jody

Homie, you don't know me, it's best left like that

To the domey with the chromey, if it's on, it's like that

You might rat so I don't fuck wit' ya

My cutthoat niggas keep asking me, "What's up wit' ya?"

I ain't vouchin', you might piss crouchin'

Bitch nigga, I'm Tim Couchin'

I quarterback, the Mac the team general

And keep the track to the max, never minimal

[Chorus]

Quit it, I ain't wit' it, you get wetted

My thing spit it and hit it (Spit it and hit it)

You trippin', catch me slippin', I doubt it

I keep an extra clip and I don't get caught without it

Quit it, I ain't wit' it, you get wetted

My thing spit it and hit it (Spit it and hit it)

You trippin', catch me slippin', I doubt it

I keep an extra clip and I don't get caught without it