Lyrics:

You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Hold up, where they at
Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his children
No talk, time to get em
Fake niggas gon make me kill em
Make his body shiver like he's naked in a river
Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back
I'm gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin them stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like pac is back
Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won't last
See ya something like paper tags
Don't make me slide them macs
To save one blast and get his ass
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Now let me get him when I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face tell em gimme that cake
Fuck niggas and I really don't think
That I know where they lay ducktape they face
Pop pop, unload that K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas, know where you lay
Actin like I don't know where you stay
Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
Tellin other niggas that you rule them thangs
Yee ain't talk that lie
Yee ain't got no stride
You really grind
Leave em in the streets till the d-boyz find em
Dumb niggas and the honkin on the grind in the middle of the town
We gon g-g-gettem
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
When I pull up in a rova, they know that its over
Big hold and ya body like coasters
Creep creep we deep with soldiers
Black hoes that'll carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me foldiers
But still creep in adidas with them heatas and them meters
When I see where your family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas Imma call you dead
Click clack then your t-shirt red
Hand em a tampon
No batteries included, know that the clip be hands-on
And I take your mans arm
Leave his body slumped and the damned dawn
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, boy there he go
Get em, blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go