It's Over

You gon get smashed and pulverized

So niggas know now you ain't bumpin' to sober guys; I'm over high

Tell Mayor Bloomberg sign the city over to me

And when he do it, make sure that it's notarized

Spray you with some mace bring you to a quiet place

Then beat you twenty minutes in ya face

No need to plead in ya case

Nah niggas, this ain't the court system

Let the three eight em', or the four fifth em'

So disciplined, lil' nigga you listenin

Came from New York but ya body was found in Michigan

After that I'm just fuckin ya lil sista and

Cookin bricks up in the kitchen and

Hit ya mom off with a little bit of grocery money

If you don't die over family, its supposed to be money

Natural causes is out of the question

When you breakin the law, every hour, every minute and second

Listen nigga you ain't got shit to bring

Less you wanna gargle on ya blood like its listerine

Felony niggas, have the lawyer break em down into misdermeanors

Used to run guns now a days I'm just shippin ninas

I could shoot you cocksuckers there ain't shit between us

Only say my name in a sense to a certain nigga

Big time hustlers, niggas just merkin niggas

Niggas think I'm under rated, I'm just under the radar

Til' I make a hundred thous. times a hundred baby

Until then, I'll be runnin crazy gunnin crazy ||FIG||

Listen close, and you probably hear the belly hunger

Old nina, old beamer, not the shelly's thunder