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Lyrics: [Intro Skit] Man 1 : Aye, you want some of this shit? Man 2 : Naw, I don't want that shit Man 1 : I don't give a fuck. I don't play that shit, and I'm finna' buss a cap in a nigga Man 2 : Man, shut the fuck up! Whoa! Slow down, slow down, slow down! You see that brick house right there? That's the nigga's crib. When he come out you gotta tighten his ass up. Imma get in the other car. Aight Car revs up Gunshots [Hook] If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping I'mma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing [Verse 1] Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good enough reason I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya little handgun until you run out And you can run for ya backup But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck Look, nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me Cause I get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me [Hook] If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping I'mma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing [Verse 2] My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you Nigga, you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain't the same Little homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains [Hook] If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping I'mma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing [Bridge] After the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testing me All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessing me Fin'nin to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe [Outro] Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cause my windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga Cause my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof, nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fucking concussion Better that then a hole in the head right, nigga?