Lyrics:

Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave