Lyrics:

Yea the feeling is mutual
You hate me, I hate you, this the part where I shoot at you
*Alright in this scene, the rapper disses you, here's the gun aaand action !*
Ayo, idle threats from you rappers don't move me
I know tough, and you niggers straight out the movies
*And cut ! That was a good one, that was a good one, get ready for the next shot*
Shorty, you treated with class, I treat it like dirt
I put my, dick in the ass and my hand in the purse
P !!
' Oh I can fuck you in your ass, fuck around and catch somethin', but I can't get no motherfuckin card man, punk bitch'
Ayo, its nothing to throw the gat to you guys
I wouldn't do it cause rattin' at an all time high, you'd probably do it.
'Them niggas talk too much man, signin statement after ??????? man'
Ya'll motherfuckers weak and you frail
I'm not fool I went to war with the 'ricans in jail, I'm old school
Peice to Ike Oz, Ag Allah, my man PF cuttin' on my spanish niggas, what up
Mater fact I took your sneakers in jail,
Cut your cheek, blood, skeet, next week I make bail
Word up, the fresh new envy's, the white and burgundy ones
Ayo, chillin in the city is hard
Niggas bugged out livin' like the 'City Of God'

Understand ?