No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
And there ain't that much room for all us
'Cause tonight we ride and you die
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
With my aim, you a human taco
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to peep our sales
When them street, lights, come on nigga
I won't break, I just take, take and take
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
Six hundred Ki's, that's fifty-one million
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
Stop schemin' on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Old people, the pets and the kids
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
'Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
Fuck 'em they don't give a fuck about P
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your lane
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
One, two, three hundred shots
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Ain't my forte makin' pennies
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
You best, have, your gun on nigga
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by
The AK'll do 'em, like nobody doin' 'em
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
Niggaz leave prints 'cause their palms so greasy
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone
You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah
