Let Em Have It

never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grown In the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stone Got a problem with me? Then feel free muthafucka Don't be talkin under yo breath Cuz that might be the cause of your death Cuz I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main So lets get this shit out in the open I used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on ones Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hurst Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth Provin you wasn't a punk Niggas don't want to thump Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room Bought her a drink and said "whats up on the telly room?" Just then I felt some trouble kickin in Spotted her X-boyfriend who had just got out the pen Muthafuckas get to baulkin when the liquors talkin Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin I said "what's up with ya potna, say excuse me or somethin" He turned around looked at me