Dont worry I get to da weapons. My Fists and Guns

ur shit so borin dats why da crowd snorin brah,
I'm too hot I'm on fire like california,
I take pitchas and usually not smilin fo ya,
I stay muggin like da mascot fa georgetown hoyas//
awhile ago a coupld niggaz tried frontin me,
I'm by myself and dey think dey gon be rushin me,
it's 3 of yall niggaz and it's only one of me,
dat's why erywhere I go I holda gun on me//
and when I pull out da steel I know datchull shout dawg,
I'ma viscious gun slinga I'm known as an outlaw,
and lemme tell u niggaz right now nah I'm not a souf paw,
but I gotta lef hook dat'a knock ur fuckin mouf off//
now who gon hate it when yall niggaz mutalated,
cuz I blew outcha brains so I could see wutchu was thinkin,
now da police is comin da red and blue is blinkin,
who woulda thought in da end it'a be da studen teachin//