I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news covers
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your
little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm
in the club shootin with Puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume
the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon