Life's On The Line
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me but that's okay
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway (nah)
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, grrah, what up, homie?
Niggas who don't know me, they wan' blow me
'Cause the shit I floss wit' be sayin' a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
I serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke prices go up, capsules come down
The D's run in they crib, ain't nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for heat? Nah, they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em right there in they ass crack
And I don't like bitches, nah, Gator don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
OG's look at me and say I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope (huh? Yeah)
Same niggas that shot dice, went broke then sold soap (what?)
Them thugs that pop shit, them thugs that pop clips
Them thugs that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Bitches ain't in they right mind going against me
My pictures painted the words, I make a blind bitch see
Scream, "Murder" (I don't believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe you)
Murder, murder (your life's on the line)
Y'all bitches don't want no parts of me
Tryna figure out how they started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night (late night)
Pop shots wit' the fifth then slide off in the six, six
You not a marksmen while sparkin', that nigga spray random
I don't fuck with pretty boys, but his moms think he's handsome (hey, baby)
I hate to hear the "he say, she say" shit (what?)
Unless she say he say he on my clit (crazy)
It's no coincidence, bitches who fuck wit' me gettin' shot up
Straight Cali' style, drive-by and tear ya whole block up
You know you soft, bitch, puttin' up a crazy front
Stay wit' the Mac 'cause them niggas tried to blaze 'em up
In New York they like, "Damn, Gator really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, Lola really shitted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none (bitch)
You just a small player in this game, play your part, son
Scream, "Murder" (I don't believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe you)
Murder, murder (your life's on the line)
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (fuckers)
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wi' dimes (fucker)
Leave it to them and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit' a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit' stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin', sip Don P 'til I spit up (yeah)
Keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now when you say my name in your diss, you better watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot, carried away (uh)
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
50, um, Gator and Nas (yeah)
I'ma say this shit now and never again (never again)
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin', you get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me, nigga, one
Scream, "Murder" (I don't believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe you)
Murder, murder (your life's on the line)
Y'all bitches don't want no parts of me
Tryna figure out how they started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night (late night)
Pop shots wit' the fifth then slide off in the six, six like
Huh, yeah
Gator, Gator, Gator
Gator, Gator, Gator