- hook -
well them haters out here tryin to kill me
tryin to take my breath away,
and you know it won't stop till i'm dead and gone
so i'm prayin for another day,
said i'm just tryin to get my paper dogg
tryin to do what i gotta do,
and for you hatin mutha fucka's tryin to stop my flows
i'm screamin fuck you bitches too,


- verse 1 -
well i can't leave the house
without packin a strap,
and everywhere i go
i gotta watch my back,
is someone comin to get me,
when i die will they forget me,
bullet holes and blood all over the fuckin set g,
every breath i take
i'm one step closer to death,
living life on the edge cuz i ain't got nuthin left,
i'm blessed,
with the fact that i can still rhyme,
just a matter of time,
before they catch me with that nine,
uncocked,
not ready to pop,
cuz i forgot,
those fools are alwayz after me,
they won't hesitate to blast at me,
when i'm dead and gone will i be an undicovered rapper g,?
are all of my rhymes for nuthin,
or will they be worth sumthin,
until i hit the grave my twelve guage pump will still be dumpin,
and i won't hesitate to kill ya,
with the 12 guage slugs i'll fill ya,
leavin you dead up on the set with a bullet hole up in your grilla,
so if you got some beef
then step up to a killa,
and i'll serve you some of that shit cuz it's kill or be killed
you know it's for rilla,
for rilla,


- hook -
well them haters out here tryin to kill me
tryin to take my breath away,
and you know it won't stop till i'm dead and gone
so i'm prayin for another day,
said i'm just tryin to get my paper dogg
tryin to do what i gotta do,
and for you hatin mutha fucka's tryin to stop my flows
i'm screamin fuck you bitches too,

- verse 2 -

livin this life
got a mutha fucka paranoid,
reachin for my strap
everytime i think i hear a noise,
how come everybody in the 425 wanna see me fall,
how come nobody in the 425 wanna see me ball,
they wanna see me dead
six feet underneath a gravestone,
they wanna see me on the streets
with a bullet in my dome,
but it ain't gonna happen,
i'm just sittin here laughin ,
cuz you fuckin ho's know i won't ever stop rappin,
so give me my cheese
my chedder my chips,
17 in the clip,
in case ya'll ho's wanna trip,
fuckin with me
ya'll fools must be crazy,
fuck around with my cash
i'll leave you pushin up daisy's,
cuz lately,
this shit has been gettin on my nerves,
plus that ass is blue wearin'
you know you gettin served,


- hook -
well them haters out here tryin to kill me
tryin to take my breath away,
and you know it won't stop till i'm dead and gone
so i'm prayin for another day,
said i'm just tryin to get my paper dogg
tryin to do what i gotta do,
and for you hatin mutha fucka's tryin to stop my flows
i'm screamin fuck you bitches too








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