[Verse 1: Knonam]
These rappers wanna talk like their walk is bad
But somebody please tell 'em that their posture's bad
If I see 'em with a lot of cash
I'm gonna stop and grab another shot, put it on his tab
And by the way, I just called a cab
So tell that rapper if he really wants his wallet back
That he should probably get a pocket with a lock, 'cuz damn
These little motherfuckers knew I pickpocket cats
(It's Killa K) .com, with a shotgun cocked in hand
And shotgun to your Ma's sedan
I spit shots at 'em walking past
Now, we shot more holes in his grill than a hockey mask
Look, you better watch it man
This white boy is lit, keep on burning like a Nazi flag
Cousin, this ain't a fucking game of Yahtzee man
Black masks and I punch, pop-lock, and, yeah
Two shots to grab them young dudes
Probably never even knew that 2Pac was black
And these girls wanna stop me like "That's what Maury Povitch said."
Bitch, I am not your dad
Look, they never knew I would've caused a crash
Between a car full of cops and a mazda van
You never would've guessed I would've socked your man
Off two beers, a wrong look, and a shot of Yak
Cause I'm back
Like boss, killers, I am the boss brother
The wrong mother fucker you was tryin' to cross
Cause I'm like back like ghetto blasters in the ghetto
Lettin' to that heavy metal blast til' I'm back in the ghetto
Cause I'm back like Pac and Biggie, Nas and Fifty
Off the city blocks like it was bronx and philly
Cause I'm back like *Illmatic*, still at it
Still got it, skill better than real killas that pack *Stillmatics*
These rappers wanna talk like their walk is bad
But somebody please tell 'em that their posture's bad
If I see 'em with a lot of cash
I'm gonna stop and grab another shot, put it on his tab
And by the way, I just called a cab
So tell that rapper if he really wants his wallet back
That he should probably get a pocket with a lock, 'cuz damn
These little motherfuckers knew I pickpocket cats
(It's Killa K) .com, with a shotgun cocked in hand
And shotgun to your Ma's sedan
I spit shots at 'em walking past
Now, we shot more holes in his grill than a hockey mask
Look, you better watch it man
This white boy is lit, keep on burning like a Nazi flag
Cousin, this ain't a fucking game of Yahtzee man
Black masks and I punch, pop-lock, and, yeah
Two shots to grab them young dudes
Probably never even knew that 2Pac was black
And these girls wanna stop me like "That's what Maury Povitch said."
Bitch, I am not your dad
Look, they never knew I would've caused a crash
Between a car full of cops and a mazda van
You never would've guessed I would've socked your man
Off two beers, a wrong look, and a shot of Yak
Cause I'm back
Like boss, killers, I am the boss brother
The wrong mother fucker you was tryin' to cross
Cause I'm like back like ghetto blasters in the ghetto
Lettin' to that heavy metal blast til' I'm back in the ghetto
Cause I'm back like Pac and Biggie, Nas and Fifty
Off the city blocks like it was bronx and philly
Cause I'm back like *Illmatic*, still at it
Still got it, skill better than real killas that pack *Stillmatics*
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