They On Me

(Hook)
Punk Mothafucka (Shut your mouth)
Some punk mothafucka's wanna fuck with me
Lotta punk mothafucka's try to fuck with me
East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh)

(Verse 1)
Every damn night I fight with my nightmares,No defense Rockin offense
All ya mothafucka's hate on me But do you heard what I give ?
Nothin I ain't givin shit for your ass,We high but you niggas never gonna learn
Lemme tell what I got in my heart,Just a hate back
Fuck ya'll Lotta mothafucka's scared to holla back
My block bumpin Teasers lasers You better run back
Oh i can't make it chronic ? Fuck this,At least I ain't waitin for cheese
Oh please,You better get on your knees,See my nigga all OG's
Callin your fuckin self a rich Men I ain't givin your dark or white but you never smoke that trees
Since day you forget about gangsta rap,DRE came up again like chronic 1
Look where Im livin In this game if you ain't figthin for your hunger you ain't gettin shit nigga
Bitch ass you hit a Rapper who had a lots of gangbang
Still lovin hood Still Hatin Police

(Hook)
Punk Mothafucka (Shut your mouth)
Some punk mothafucka's wanna fuck with me
Lotta punk mothafucka's try to fuck with me
East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh)

(Verse 2)
Well no Go to hell,My life just about rap,Rap just about me
Free,To hit niggas on streets In hood Im sure no one saw a presents
Men,If you all about this damn money,You'll wishin to gettin Then you turn to monkey
Yeah for sure you dont fuck it cuz All ya niggas actin maniac
My niggas gasp all ya mothafuckas Then you feel like you livin like in the jungle
Thats what I'm talkin about,Now look at me in hood Richie boy shit
No lie I ain't fuckin with your pride,Im still with my hood
Fuck shit.I know all a ya nervous But I still can get I shot for ya
Lemme shout for ya,Thug of menace Or I mean Punk for police
Dirty money comes lotta ways,Never had shit just lots a game

(Hook)
Punk Mothafucka (Shut your mouth)
Some punk mothafucka's wanna fuck with me
Lotta punk mothafucka's try to fuck with me
East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh)

(Verse 3)
Uh I can't hit some house to have this money
I never want this money for fame,My on wish,Havin this power
Like y'll respect to shooter,Just to say money tree's not grown on your backyard
Hope you find it,look from window,Dont come here with your gold
When dollar came up You just dont remember your mains
Me hah No Way,Never gonna love one Of ya hood rats
Hoppin lord gon forgive em Just to wishin money
Since my uncle died I lost my mind Ah
Dont want to see me lost this shit up
Screams Breaks Murders Times I dont scared to have assassination
No you mothafucka's not gonna understand,Cryin for money ?
Did my best And can't reach to success I dont think thats da shit you ever seen
Uh Dont hate player Hate the rules But lemme tell you this I made the rules
Yiiiaaah