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