DEALWITCHA

[Verse 1: Almighty Bumpin']
Slim I want you to go to his crib
He ran off with some money, I done found out where he live
And then when you pull up to his house
Blow that shit up, don't let nobody out
Quan I want you to buss a couple blocks
They try to get away, start letting off them shots
I call Tookie up cause I know he got the drop
But let me up Rich cause he coming with them Glocks
Crazy everybody wants to be a real nigga
Until they on the other side of the damn trigger
They try to play me shiesty man, we gon' deal witcha
It's all fun and games till them candles with your picture

[Verse 2: Slim Guerilla]
Aight, I got it
I got some things to make them suckas stop it
Just let me pop this lock and look up in my daddy's closet
A crossbow and an SK and a motherfuckin' rocket
And a lil hand grenade just to keep it my pocket
You steppin' on my brother, it's a problem then we solve it
Don't give a fuck about who you with or the niggas that you involved with
You stepping up to a nigga wrong, we leave you up in some dog shit
I'm coming through with that AK, got it tucked up under my arm pit
You niggas sorry, fuckin' with the 8 Ball Army
I'm a one deep nigga, heavy rolling and I'm balling
I'ma let that go, I'm bringing Hell to these niggas
I'ma let that blow, I'm bringing Hell to these niggas