Leave Me Alone, Pt. 2

Bitch, uh killa, uh dipset bitch

The Union, uh huh, Harlem, killa

I be like move, get out the way

'Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay

And it's two clips, I get out the play

For a few chips, I get out an' spray

It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps

The difference in our crimes, your's attempts

Attempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun

I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy murder one

Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun

But I get the dough, shit, I might splurger one

Now I know a lotta styles, some see

But listen, stop it child, it's a done D

I come to ya block, stop and style, one V

Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee

No rubber sold, hardwood bastard

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Killa, uh, uh, that shit you talk don't move me nadda

The dudes with the Q's be proper

Uzi pop your news and choppers

It's truly lava, who knew we prosper

The game's a bitch, who we gotta

The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah

Santana, Zeek the koofie popper

We the movie Shottas

But it's really rude boys and rosters

With a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba

I wish my homie could watch me

Live happy days like Tony and Chachi

I stay lonely and cocky

Dice rollin' and rollin' 'em

Cars, the repo are towin' 'em

Acts black, we totally total 'em

Even blood, he totally totaled it

Plus his life, he totally totaled it

But any girl I get, I totally open 'em

Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em

Killa, talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, woah

Fuck with us? No, no, no

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah

Fuck with us? No, no, no

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Yo, uh, leave me alone

Let me just live my life, killa

I spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies

But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski

I style on New York, pile up my fork

Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York

Doggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes

God damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate

I wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter

I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors

But I don't say, "Feed Me Seymour"

I say, "Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4

The way I blow up, the VS just soars

You GS3? I'm GS4

You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four

Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour

You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war

Lay ya ass down on God's green floor

We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico

Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho

My gas game you gotta respect it thoough

I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco'

And ya section know when any day Techs could blow

Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe

Killa, uh, dipset bitch

Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa

Fuck with us? No, no, no

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa

Fuck with us? No, no, no

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust