Gimmie a glock, gimmie a 4-5, and I would be straight
mite make it through the day, but by nite, I need two Ak’s
A couple a sets of extra clips, and some ham sandwiches
the po-po’s kno me and they used to my shinanagans
I run the set mane, causin’ chaos everywhere
wanna make a bet, n’ mane i’ll have u pullin out ur hair
this is a have to do job, but on a need to kno basis
don’t keep ya eyeballs on the prize, dawg keep up with the faces
I roll with murderas, robbers, drug dealers, killas, and rapists
also an army on the porch with plenty rockets a waitin'
come test my patients fool, and find out how lil wyte will react
I’ll have these hatas fool, flodgen like some fish on they back
they got me fucked up, I’m bout to load them trucks up
when I get crazy, then u just might feel some hot stuff
this ones not on my agenda, I was just only playin
but since u testin my gangsta, its to damn late for prayin’
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Automatic gunfire, bustin at u hoes to get my point across
u got raw bullet to ur dome, is what I’m bout to toss
sold me a short sack, now u bout to feel the trama
Sulfuric acid, so clogged, in a pine box for yo mama
what am I bout to do? Some says ya already know
bring ya family in this? Naw I aint as cool as u folks
this is between me and you, but between you and me
I got a feelin’ it might be all up to g-o-d
and you can talk all of the trash u want
it don’t even matter, as long as my album keep sellin
my pockets gonna get fatter
I guess the static is because I am the chosen one
deadly circumstances come with job, betta have ur gun
u might be found, bleedin, seekin for the perpatraitor
somethin tell me, he ran far, and u wont find him playa
quit ya cryin, bitchin, and ya whinin hatin, fakin, frontin
I’ll run yo ass up off the block cuz im a motha fuckin’
Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
Static Addic, Static Addict, crazy with that gun