I only fk wit those who only fk wit me
A sucka' play for games a man play for keeps
I keeps me a nine millimeter just in case
A coward's in my face
These bullets he gon taste
A waste of your life steppin' wrong i'm on trees
Best ta leave me alone
Best ta go make some cheese
Enemies come in all shapes forms sizes colors
Could be your best friend cousin or brothers
I'll rob'em all just to see who got the fatty stack
Walked in the bank put the loot in the codauh sack
Slapped on the guard four times fo' he passed out
Eyes on that blow and my pockets was assed out
Had on a trench coat wig and some goggles
If'n you resist you may not see tomorrow
I'm in there
I den dared the police couldn't get me
But I made a slip up: Had a trick wit me
Don't turn around
Give me the fkin' cheese trick
Don't make a sound
Show me where them keys at
Lay it on the ground
Knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down
I'm quicks' to do that
Don't turn around
Give me the fkin' cheese trick
Don't make a sound
Show me where them keys at
Lay it on the ground
Knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down
I'm quicks' to do that
n***a starting braggin'
In his hood bout the robbery
Wasn't long then fore' somebody
Dropped the dime on me
Im'a be the one they can't get to
They picked the boy up
Run his mouth just like a fool
He gon' get me fked up
But im'a have to get to him before the police do-a
Caught up with him night and day
Not him and his crew-a
Sprang down chelsie ave
Kinda in the evening
For this muhfkas death
Dawg I was fiend'n
He was looking at me strange
Like im'a catcha
I done hopped out with the thang
Lemme holla at'cha
Foo where you been dog
My momma got sick main
Fk that got to do wit'chu
Hold up I ain't your b***h main
I heard you been talking
Your muh-fkin' lips loose
Nah it ain't like that dawg
I ain't no damn fool
Looking in his eyes
I could see that he was so scared
I squeezed on the trigga
With the gun to his fo'-head
Don't turn around
Give me the fkin' cheese trick
Don't make a sound
Show me where them keys at
Lay it on the ground
Knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down
I'm quicks' to do that
Don't turn around
Give me the fkin' cheese trick
Don't make a sound
Show me where them keys at
Lay it on the ground
Knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down
I'm quicks' to do that
Blew the top out his skull
Now they want me dead
All the niggas in his hood
Police and the feds
Stepped out of westwood
Way out of the side
On the other side of town
Somewhere I can hide
I done threw my life away
Hunted by them by pigs
Robbing every other day
Drops in off my nig
They done found my whereabouts
Bouts' to do me in
Kickin' in the front door
And I was in the den
SK was under the couch
Snatch it off the wham
Open fire on them hoes
I didn't give a damn
Blood stream was full of dope
Pump off coca leaf
Feds had me under a scope
And an infrared beam
Rifle bullet threw my throat
Chokin' hit tha flo'
Gunpowder in my mouth
Knockin' heavens door
Street life done took me out
And that shit ain't fake
I done fk myself off
Cause a bad mistake
Don't turn around
Give me the fkin' cheese trick
Don't make a sound
Show me where them keys at
Lay it on the ground
Knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down
I'm quicks' to do that
Don't turn around
Give me the fkin' cheese trick
Don't make a sound
Show me where them keys at
Lay it on the ground
Knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down
I'm quicks' to do that
