Gefickt T-Rock & Smoky

[Intro: T-Rock]
The fuck they think this is, nigga?
Yee ain't fucking with no gangster shit
Fucking with G rebels, nigga
Yee ain't tryna do no gangster shit, nigga
From the South Side all the way back to Berlin mane
This for all them turncoat-ass niggas and bitches, fuck 'em
College Park-ass bitch, fuck 'em
You know who I am nigga, T-Rock nigga, [knees I'm on?]
I don't owe you niggas shit
Needs no motherfucking introduction nigga
Come see about me if you want some gangster shit though
The fade in the trunk, nigga, you know how I'm coming
Uh huh, I got something in the trunk for you niggas
All these lame-ass niggas thinking I ain't on corner or som'
Yee ain't ready for the pump-pump nigga (51 nigga)
[?] fuck-ass niggas
Any nigga or bitch can get it ([?] strong in this bitch)
Get wrong and see what the fuck I'm talking about

[Verse 1: T-Rock]
We ain't gotta bust, pussy nigga, bring your hand game
I could give a fuck, either way wе do the damn thing
Trick, you out of luck, yee ain't buck when we campaign
Lamеs, burner ducks, catching slugs in they damn brain
Ever since '99 I'm the one who ran things
Still on the grind, bank account like a hamstring
Strengthened to the max, I'm a Mac in the fast lane
Give me hundred stacks, fuck a plaque if the cash came
I attack in black for the scraps, I gag lames
If you bucking back, fuck a pack, that's your Aunt's mane
Ain't no coming back from the gat, it's a sad thing
Leave your skull cracked, fall flat through a glass frame
Murder over wax, quote the fact from a renegade
Niggas re-enact what I rap on the center stage
Stepping in my zone, you may get your home set ablaze
Chopped up like a set of blades by a set of Ks