Lyrics
{INTRO FROM “DON’T BE A MENACE…” MOVIE}
Yah I told ya you ain’t got no game for me boy
Now I’m gonna wear you out you little punk
What’s that
My gat foo
Where’d you learn how to use a gun anyway?
Cartoons and hood movies
Listen Dewrag, having a gun doesn’t give you any power, you wanna know where real power is?
In the bullet…
{Chorus by Lunasicc from Brotha Lynch’s Season Of The Siccness LP}
I refuse to lose, fuck dem 22’s
I got an AP 10 and a throw away TEK- 9
So you know you can’t fuck with mine…
Neva the one to be losing, ya boozing, fa thinking ya catching me snoozing
Ya betta be choosing to fight me, wisely, likely bout ta be catching a bruising
Black and blues in, not an illusion, chopping you up and ya guts, dey oozing
I’ma author your biography, and give your life story, an early conclusion
Neva a loser, hooking the beat, looking at me’s, like watching Medusa
Niggaz be thinking that they shit, real quick, watch how I’m dropping a deuce
At ya funeral I’ll set up a stage, and sing like Lollapalooza
Remarkable I am, hot damn, I got, game like Hoosiers
Working the microphone, but step in da streets, I’m working with the chrome
Choose ya fate, but either way, my lyrics or bullets are serving ya dome…
I refuse to lose, fuck dem 22’s
I got an AP 10 and a throw away TEK- 9
So you know you can’t fuck with mine…
Got some choppas for dem coppaz, any nigga dat wanna stop us
Besta stick, to ya day job and go back to ya office
Cuz we veterans, ya’ll just novice, we paid dues, ya’ll tryna rob us
Cuz yo team flow like molasses, while my team flow like some lavas
Ali Baba’s ya’ll be thieving demons scheming, on my team and
Thinking, they gon see me sinking, must be drinking cuz ya dreaming
Leaving, haters in the dust, they egos crushed, not even breathing
Seeing heathens, serving em coffins, often leaving they mommas grieving
Cuz we rolling, just like Lynch when Lunasicc, gets ta singing…
I refuse to lose, fuck dem 22’s
I got an AP 10 and a throw away TEK- 9
So you know you can’t fuck with mine…
{Bout ta…} Hit the chop shop, and get another glock
1% artillery, and plus my brothers got
They own pieces, and you know they down with busting shots
So back up, all you haters, and you fuccing cops x2
[Back up, all you haters, and you fuccing cops…]
I refuse to lose, fuck dem 22’s
I got an AP 10 and a throw away TEK- 9
So you know you can’t fuck with mine…
Test the g’s, the punk police, get vexed against my expertise
A messy feast, with recipes, of dead deceased, I’ve left to freeze
Release my beast with the best of ease, with no more stress and less to please
Bitch don’t make me pop my trunk, “yo dog go get the keys”
Cold like negative 10 degrees, smart like I got 10 degrees
Rolling with my woman, she a Gun and Ammo, centerpiece
[Buck, to the buck buck, and now you rest in peace…]
I refuse to lose, fuck dem 22’s
I got an AP 10 and a throw away TEK- 9
So you know you can’t fuck with mine…
Uhh, Big Pimpin Entertainment baby
1% Productions be the label
DEF davyne nigga
And I’m out…
{Outro by KATT WILLIAMS}
I know 50 Cent done made it real cool to be shot
Lemme just say, I been shot before, ain’t shit cool about it
When I got shot, ain’t no bitches come out, ain’t no music play, nothing…
