[Chorus] You better know Where you wanna go [x2] [Mr. Lil One] It's started the day I came Rain fell like it never had It was pourin on my man hood
Thompson Center spittin' .45 slugs Black Mac-11, Python .357, snub-nose .38 or .380 Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets Hollow points comin' atcha fast You feel the slug before you
Yeah) Terror retaliate, show 'em how real it be A split second 'fore you blazed They probably thought you was me (Preach on) Returning on some Crow shit, let 'em know
nice but can get nasty Get into war, what else can it be? Nigga, you know what we came here for You know, when we shot through the door My niggas was
mouth and said "Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe If you wanna be killed try some stupid shit" And pushin' that panic switch will get you
ruggish niggas Gotta get down fo my thang in here You already know when we came in here we raw fuck what u heard and you read about us Just believe what you
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace I guess you got ta suffer Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split They made your body once you
jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you
self in New Orleans If you paying draft you don't deserve to be balling Its enemy turf that I'm on So I'm a play it how it go Cock the hollow points
clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack You can ball over here, I play pass that Exotic cats love to talk peace when you blast back No more fair ones, know you
you can't stop and you don't stop You can't stop and you don't stop You can't stop and you don't stop You can't stop and you don't stop You can't stop
I don't wanna see you act up but if anybody trip you better handle that shit [WC] Nah man fuck this, this shit sound shady as fuck You gon' fuck around
you 'Cuz you my nigga doc, and eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein' real wit you You see the truth is everybody
While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, bitch in one inning You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim
and chain, I named her Madam X She love big cannons, sex unprotected You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs
cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the
some unscrewed Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what To you know where, goin' 'gainst '
