Lyrics:

Nah, nah, we ain't done
I love being hated, it's great, it lets me know that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world
Only lets me know that I'm loved by so many other motherfuckers that hate you on it's part
Cause you keep fucking with us, we keep fucking you up
And keep pulling the rug from up under you
And what's even more fucked up is we enjoy what we're doing so much
There ain't nothing that we love more than pulling your skirts up
And exposing you wholesome hearts
People are starting to wonder what's up with them fucking one door women underoos
Do wonder others as you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to when someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you?
You will ask yourself how come your mans didn't empty that last round that he had
And curse Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep asking us to keep it on wax but we can't
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension
Start building soon as we enter the 106 and park building
Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to god if someone so much as even touches one of my people I'll put a million on his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangster shit
And it ain't because I'm a bitch, it's because I ain't a bitch
I don't endanger people that I'm with
I'm a general, I ain't Bush
I don't send my soldiers to war if I ain't there in the middle of the shit with them
So when I do get them, orders to storm your headquarters you'll be fucking with them
And what a beat keeper
See you ain't nigga to greet this lyrical meat cleaver that'll eat ya
Niggas wanna keep speaking like it ain't even that deep
I got heat that'll scoop a nigga's street
See I wouldn't fuck with me neither
Only heaven can help ya
I'll be searching for you longer than the legend of Zelda
What I'd sell ya is gonna be hell to tell the captain that a bat or clown couldn't even smell ya
Body when I hide ya, I'll be on that mob shit
You another hopper under the renaissance bitch
You get bobbed like Lebanon whip
With my own tactic, I'll snatch your head like what Saddam's lip
Motherfucker, I'll handle you
We can have it out on any avenue
A average man flipping to an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition reload with precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break a pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child no read up manuals
Pushing crack valves, young Nino Brown
Chasing green is the dream when you're young and brown
Bound to be a problem child
Look what I'm involved in now
A dozen dirty niggas and they all get downed
Solve any problem that enlarge what I was when revolvers used to love being loud
While you punching and tackling punks, I'm handling chumps
Packing a pump that's longer than the elephant's trunk
On the streets, I'm a beast
I feast upon the weak, so speak beef
I shoot you and scream, increase the piece to munch
The pistol packing, pushing niggas off they Honda
Stomp ya, get it cracking, ganking bitches for they guns
And sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough
When she was sleeping stuff, I was stealing the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in a dump truck
Or in the streets taking a nap, bleeding and lumped up
Who want what, like M. Bleak
With this heat, if you 10 D, then fuck it, it'll be 10 sleep
Don't mess with my Atlanski, don't tussle with my ASB
Clutch your burner, bussing and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
A poacher, throw heat straight from the shoulders
We the soldiers, you're the youngsters
Youngsters munch on ya, dead in the dumpster
Head full of drama, be scared of the drama
Bomba the monster
I'm black nigga, I reappear
Shoot black niggas, you ain't seeing clear
Blackness, carcass, covered with catfish
We workers with no purpose other than practice
The three things I hate, liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fucking white beaters
I gots that describes my life
I don't even know whose song this is
Cause I don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top and Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef I ain't getting in
I need an R&B singer to sing in my wind
I turn your face into a fucking meat patty
I fuck your mommy and go fishing with your granny
I shit on you
I pee on R. Kelly too
This is bizarre, see you devil's night too