Walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f**kin' sh*t
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b**ch
So we don't' leave the cash
What you niggas want with me
To torture your a**
Walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f**kin' sh*t
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b**ch
So we don't leave the cash
What you niggas want with me
To torture your a**
The blazin' sun refers to us
As the sun is blindin' me
Besides infrared wine
Hypnotize Minds right behind
Packin' plenty heat for you niggas with some beef
Beef is what I hear to be
Keep your mom up off the streets
Never said you were my friend
F**k this rap I'll get revenge
Stick a knife up in your stomach
Pull it out and stick it in again
Ghetto kings and queens if you wit me let me know
Pull up off your f**kin' blunt
Hit another line of blow
Badder than a school of kids
They just want to f**kin' see
Clicked up with the triple 6
You don't know who you're f**kin' with
Not to play for cheap
Got you death to JB
And some gas wit your bill
Live as you could be
Talkin' sh*t about Miss Lady
Cuz you think that you the sh*t
Beat you with a f**kin' bat
Dump your body in a ditch
Guess you know who you are
Keep a watch out on your car
If you open up a door or bump
I'll blow your a** to Mars
Walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f**kin' sh*t
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b**ch
So we don't leave the cash
What you niggas want with me
To torture your a**
Walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f**kin' sh*t
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b**ch
So we don't leave the cash
What you niggas want with me
To torture your a**
Nicky nack patty wack slap a chick in the back
With the yak
Paper red just another Black dead
Was it d**e now
Nah
Was they weak and soft
Honey says w**d got a ni**a sayin' f**k a job
Kill and rob
Gettin' up on some d**e
The mentality of the Black male
If he dies that's a casuality
It don't be even worser times in the death to come
Bigger blunts to blaze
So you best pack a bigger gun
Give me some give me some
Drop it off you selfish b**ch
Motto of a killer
When he's out here tryin' to take your sh*t
Project spit nothin' but the real so my niggas kill
Where I'm comin' from
South side out the ghetto slums
With them guns always stayin' cocked
Where them killers hang
Playas slangin' rocks
Cause they know where your niggas bang
When you sing like canaries do
Then you do my niner slugs
Comin' right through your door
If you can dig
Walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f**kin' sh*t
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b**ch
So we don't leave the cash
What you niggas want with me
To torture your a**
Walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f**kin' sh*t
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b**ch
So we don't leave the cash
What you niggas want with me
To torture your a**
This is Personal (feat. Project Pat) - Gangsta Boo
