Lyrics:

Uh(yawning)...shit
Here I go again. One more motherfucking time
Giving you examples on how your ass is getting took
[Verse 1]
Get em up motherfucker this is it
Hold them up where I can see them, or take a slug, bitch
Cause if you make a false move it'll cost ya
No need to cry for help, the world just lost ya
Hell I don't give a fuck about no witnesses
Witness this (gunshot)
Make it so you can't be fingered out
If you gotta kill a bitch, let them bring her out
Have no mercy when you jack
Dress the whole motherfuckin family in the black
Fuck a five-oh, you gotta bail out
Or your black ass is headed for that jail house
People all the judges wanna bust you
The D.A. doesn't hang any degrees because he's fuckin up
Ain't no redneck judge gonna boot
A nigga like the Brad cuz a nigga like the Brad shoots
Don't be afraid my brother
Put your finger on the trigger, close your eyes and squeeze the motherfucker
Fuck the press, you gotta pop a chest
If they don't cooperate, grab some hostages
Kick an old bitch in her pouch
Skull an old nigga, knock his motherfuckin dentures out
Push an old man out his wheelchair
He's still there and squeals there, he gets killed there
If it's left up to me I'll bury em
They got a nigga livin in a sanitarium
A real thief goes by the book
And that's the first example of your ass being took

[Verse 2]
I'm pullin them motherfuckin Boones Farms
A nigga's talking shit he's got me reaching for my firearm
But I ain't goin out like a sucker
I open up the bar now motherfucker
If you're caught in the crossfire
It musta been time for your ass to expire
Cuz I don't shed tears on a victim
Fuck with me, I gotta get him
That's how it is in the motherfuckin streets
Motherfuckers check your nuts, and try to play a nigga weak
But I got a little news for your ass
Here's a little blast from the Brad
Now put that in your pipe and smoke it
Put your hands around your dick and choke it
You gotta keep your nuts out your stomach, miller
Cuz I'mma put a twelve gauge on your ass, nigga
And never take a second look
Your ass got took

[Verse 3]
Here's some game for you dick-suckin bitches
You hoes who's givin up the pussy for the riches
But a nigga like me don't pay shit
To put it blunt to you, homey don't play bitch
So open up and let me get it
Me pay for the pussy? Bitch quit it
Ain't no pussy in the world worth cash flow
Put bank in your ass, oh no
It ain't no way, motherfucker
You can be the world's best dick sucker
But you still don't fit on the payroll
I run game on a bitch and lay low
And let her roll with someone else
And let the other motherfucker play his self
Let her get his cash flow
But I'm still gettin that ass bro
Let the other nigga keep her
But every time you fuck her ain't that pussy gettin deeper?
I bet it kinda makes you wonder
When you're home all alone, 'Yo, action place is farther'
Ha ha ha, I thought you had her
But when you fall asleep, yo, she's rolling with the Bradster
I peep out game and just chill
You gave her money for rent, but honey paid my light bill
It ain't like a nigga ain't rich
But a bitch has gotta pay for this dick
Reverse the game, get her hooked
Yo, her ass got took

Scarface is in the house. Douglas King is in the motherfuckin house
OJ is in the motherfuckin house. Bido in the motherfuckin house
Geto Boys in this motherfucker, and we outta here, yeah!