[Chorus]
I see you, you see me
We got beef, you try to hide (can't hide nigga)
What the fuck you lookin' at?
The next time I see your face (yo, can't stop it, uh-uh)
I'm gon' swing or shoot on sight (yo, soon as I see)
What the fuck you lookin' at? (Yo... yo, yo)
[Verse 1]
Where's he at, where's he been?
Don't count on a calculator nigga you can count on Poison Pen (for what?)
To spit it like he got some sort of a cold
And this fork in the road is that I expose without talking in codes
Blacker than nigga's eyes like they Lincoln limo tinted windows
You need protection like you fucking {*edited*} widow
I ain't here to play man games, don't wanna arm wrestle
I pull out them thangs and blow out your brain vessel
That's what actin insane'll get you
I ain't your cable company nigga 'cause physically I'll come disconnect you
Disrespect you in front of your main bitch
Can't change this, throw you a hundred like, "Kid, change this"
It's dangerous speaking to me in a tone containing anguish
I'm handing out revenge like it's a main dish
I give a fuck if you speak Spanish or English
An ass whipping is an ass whipping in any language
You panic sensing my manic rage and aggression
Only bitch you see inside of my eyes is your reflection
It's in the rest of you, dead in a Def Jam restroom
Murder's a big investment, I'll bring it from small intestine
It's like we in a Western, movie with Charlton Heston
You needed to learn a lesson, this is your point of reference
It's embarrassing how bad you turned on me
Now you on the wrong side like steering wheels in cars in Germany
I got the DVD of your wife getting killed and raped
And everybody watched it like the Paris Hilton tape
Yo, where I'm from there ain't no scared hearts (nope)
Had a twin brother but I murdered him, now I'm using his body for spare parts
I see you, you see me
We got beef, you try to hide (can't hide nigga)
What the fuck you lookin' at?
The next time I see your face (yo, can't stop it, uh-uh)
I'm gon' swing or shoot on sight (yo, soon as I see)
What the fuck you lookin' at? (Yo... yo, yo)
[Verse 1]
Where's he at, where's he been?
Don't count on a calculator nigga you can count on Poison Pen (for what?)
To spit it like he got some sort of a cold
And this fork in the road is that I expose without talking in codes
Blacker than nigga's eyes like they Lincoln limo tinted windows
You need protection like you fucking {*edited*} widow
I ain't here to play man games, don't wanna arm wrestle
I pull out them thangs and blow out your brain vessel
That's what actin insane'll get you
I ain't your cable company nigga 'cause physically I'll come disconnect you
Disrespect you in front of your main bitch
Can't change this, throw you a hundred like, "Kid, change this"
It's dangerous speaking to me in a tone containing anguish
I'm handing out revenge like it's a main dish
I give a fuck if you speak Spanish or English
An ass whipping is an ass whipping in any language
You panic sensing my manic rage and aggression
Only bitch you see inside of my eyes is your reflection
It's in the rest of you, dead in a Def Jam restroom
Murder's a big investment, I'll bring it from small intestine
It's like we in a Western, movie with Charlton Heston
You needed to learn a lesson, this is your point of reference
It's embarrassing how bad you turned on me
Now you on the wrong side like steering wheels in cars in Germany
I got the DVD of your wife getting killed and raped
And everybody watched it like the Paris Hilton tape
Yo, where I'm from there ain't no scared hearts (nope)
Had a twin brother but I murdered him, now I'm using his body for spare parts
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