[Intro: Darkside Click]
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
[Verse 1: Ramirez]
You don't really want no problem with a G like me
Born and raised in the city known as the sucka free
Take a trip to the Hunters Point and get yo' ass blast
This shit is gettin' drastic, light a blunt and pass it
I need that cash inside my hand 'cause I don't play that shit
Grew up 'round my uncle Mac, told me, "Get it out a bitch"
Workin' 'til the break of dawn, gotta get my hustle on
Pimpin' bitches and countin' digits, the muscle movin' strong, ho
[Bridge: Darkside Click]
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
[Verse 1: Ramirez]
You don't really want no problem with a G like me
Born and raised in the city known as the sucka free
Take a trip to the Hunters Point and get yo' ass blast
This shit is gettin' drastic, light a blunt and pass it
I need that cash inside my hand 'cause I don't play that shit
Grew up 'round my uncle Mac, told me, "Get it out a bitch"
Workin' 'til the break of dawn, gotta get my hustle on
Pimpin' bitches and countin' digits, the muscle movin' strong, ho
[Bridge: Darkside Click]
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
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