Texty

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
(Ayo, ILL Tone)
Gang shit, ****
Brrt, ah
[Instrumental]
Look
[Verse 1]
From this point on, I'm the fuckin' king
Took over the game and can't nobody do a fuckin' thing (What you gon' do, pussy?)
I do the shootin', I score the most on the other team
I get the finals MVP trophy and the fuckin' ring (Ha)
Rolled a eighth of London Pound in my Russian Cream
My shooter don't drink liquor, he want a cup of lean ('Kay)
That fool do not think, **** just wanna up his thing (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I call my gun Big Pun, shatter your fuckin' dreams (Woo)
If it's a issue, ain't no fuckin' thing (Nah)
Let a bullet hit him in his side, bust his spleen (Brrt)
Fuck you mean, ****? Every verse is fuckin' mean (Uh-huh)
I ain't battle-rappin' ****, I'm just gon' fuck his queen
Bitch can't even wear no fuckin' jeans
She way too thick, that ass so fat on her it bust the seams ('Kay)
My ****'ll flip and shoot up the scene (Boom, boom, boom)
Shooter tweakin' off a half a Perc' and a fuckin' bean (Ha), Machine
[Chorus]
You against us, or with us? My ****, pick a side (Pick a side)
And you fuck **** hatin' can suck a dick and die (Suck my dick, ****)
Young **** loadin' his chopper, that **** finna slide (Boom, boom, boom)
You against us, or with us? My ****, pick a side, oh, I
(Pick a side, ****, you with us, or against us, huh?)
You against us, or with us? My ****, pick a side, oh, I
(Yeah, gang shit, ****)
And you fuck **** hatin' can suck a dick and die, oh, I (Brrt)
[Verse 2]
Look
Fuckin' my bitches on Dior sheets
Just made a buck fifty in a short week (Bag)
Uh, shootin' the stick that stand four feet (Brrt)
Your mother lost her other son already, so that's more grief (She hurtin')
Pop the cork on the Clicq', it feel good seein' my dog eat
I'm the god, I don't fuck with the pork meat (Not at all)
Prick home, they let my boy free (Uh-huh)
Water on the neck, it make the whores speak (Woo)
My ****, talk cheap (Talk to 'em)
I take a bitch out the hood and I put her in Rafs ('Kay)
I'm in her kitchen with a bird I just put in the bath (Whip up)
I can get a **** smoked, I just put up the bag
Offered a dub, brodie said he'll cook him for half (Give me ten, bro)
Body on the east side, news, bullet and flash (Ha)
I'm like Magic to these bitches, I don't look when I pass (Ha)
Rap shit don't pan out, then I'm pushin' a slab ('Kay)
Got a drum on the FN, I will put 'em in caskets, **** (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus]
You against us, or with us? My ****, pick a side (Pick a side)
And you fuck **** hatin' can suck a dick and die (Suck my dick, ****)
Young **** loadin' his chopper, that **** finna slide (Boom, boom, boom)
You against us, or with us? My ****, pick a side, oh, I
(Pick a side, ****, you with us, or against us, huh?)
You against us, or with us? My ****, pick a side, oh, I
(Yeah, gang shit, ****)
And you fuck **** hatin' can suck a dick and die, oh, I (Brrt)
Written by: Antonio Tomaselli, Demond Price
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