Whatever Goes Around

It's just Los They say whatever goes around comes around Run up on my block and then we put you in the ground Shootin' down negativity, movin' up now put him on the shirt, bitch, the f*ck you Gon' do Talk out your neck, then I'll run in your room paint the walls red, now your bed is your Tomb I'm the angel of death and it's fitting the Room Law on my ass, gotta watch how I move But I'm still flippin' flows like two times two Still pullin' sticks like you feel me, fool talkin' out your neck, bitch, watch what I Do I got names on the sticks and this one here for you Ain't got no time to be slangin', no deuce I'm in the game but got nothin' to prove I got more guns than a gang of recruits I'm back in the booth and I'm finna get loose I get on these beats and I murder with ease they callin' me Hulk because I got the green Aim at your brain and then I let it breathe get to the chopper, I see enemies Yoppers and choppers, I got what you need You gotta be stupid for fuckin' with me Ayy, ayy, ayy Pull up on the scene, they hatin', I know it Drac in my hand and I'm ready to blow it Run up on me, there's a tag on your toe and Spin on your block, empty that bitch and reload it They know I'm the best and there ain't no need to boast Call me Pennywise, by the way, I make her float Call yourself a rapper, but you're really just a joke If you want the rah rah, then I'm comin' with the scope Bitches gettin' mad, cause I hadda change my flow Shaved my hair off, cause that shit had to go Talkin' at me crazy, put the metal to your dome And if you want the smoke, then I let this bitch unload They know I'm the best and there ain't no need to boast I don't need a beam, cause I'm comin' with the scope Call your ho a goat, the way she give me that throat Put you in the pack, yeah, I turned him to a ghost Ayy, sticks on deck, fool, you better feel me Talkin' out your neck, watch how I make you feel See I got names on these sticks, one reserved for you No time for slangin' deuces, I got bigger shit to pursue Ayy, ayy The wall's painted red, your bed becomes your tomb I'm the angel of death, bringin' forth the doom The law on my back, gotta watch every move I make Still flippin' flows stackin' chips like a heavyweight Head of the class like a graduate I'm up right now and you mad as shit I'm on the top and you flappin' your lips You run up on me, then I'm uppin the blick You run up on me, then I'm swingin' the blade Have your mama cryin' over your grave Should've learned to just stay in your lane Maybe then you would still have your brains Maybe then you would still have a clue Maybe then your bitch ass wouldn't be on the news Maybe then you'd realize that I'm just better than you Bitch