I learned niggaz will turn on you young
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger
I got a babe to work for the courts
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front, go get 'em
With you from the peddle to the floor
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
The leafs, the trees, grass at ya pad, he's mastered
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay, yo safety is short
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz
Get it done however you want, go get 'em
The K, the AR, the pump, the hand gun
Surroad through and fast forward his life
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
Or from the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about
From the shovel to the fo' fo', the devil only showed up for show
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth
Stop lights are not at night, it's where you get chopped up
Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standin'
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em
At night or in broad day, drive by, sittin' in the bushes all day
But death is, so somebody gon' get it
However you hunt, go get 'em
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa
The skit master, beef with the street trash
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
It's strange y'all repent after saying my name
And leave the, "You wanna talk peace?" at home
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin' 'cuz
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
But death is, so somebody gon' get it
I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin' his ass
In a land where the skinny niggaz die, you gotta
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin' you off
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
Blow noodles on his dash board nigga, no excuses
I'm about to change it like Prince call me
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might
I seen plenty survive, weighing a hundred and eighty five
Faces corps or face them in court
Turn this up, turn off your phone
The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints
It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz
