Yeah, right about now
I'm about to slow it up
For that very special lady
I see you right there
But we about to smooth it out for you right now
Never, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

It's okay, it's okay
It's okay, hey, we was home anyway
It's alright, it's alright
High, high, we was all more night
Niggas tryin to come in my
I'm talkin 'bout
Niggas tryin to come in my
Who? Who?
Niggas tryin to come in my home
Take my chrome, I say yo "it's on"
If my house, I-I been here (sing in Spanish too)
Es me casa y yo viva aqui

Yeah, check me out now
The other day I was chillin'
In the crib with two women
We just finished swimmin'
Now I'm ready to slide up in 'em
They the horny type, bout to get it on
With the only dykes, now I hear the alarm
I'm like, "holy christ"
Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib?
I'm like "who the fuck is this?"
Like Notorious Big, he wore a black suit
With a black mask that match
I'm bout to blast his mask off
Push his cabbage back
Make spaghetti out his brain
'Cause I'm steady with the aim
Niggas comin' sideways, gettin' petty wit da game
Musta heard about the half in the safe
The stash in the base, iced out
Medals in the case
Niggas comin wit da chrome
Tryin to sneak up in my home, rumors out
I spent a mil' on the pump piece alone
I got the heat in my palm
Nobody's seein' the Don
Step your feet on my lawn
I'm puttin' 3 to ya dome

It's okay, it's okay
It's okay, hey, we was home anyway
It's alright, it's alright
High, high, we was all more night
Niggas tryin to come in my
I'm talkin 'bout
Niggas tryin to come in my
Who? Who?
Niggas tryin to come in my home
Take my chrome, I say yo "it's on"
If my house, I-I been here (sing in Spanish too)
Es me casa y yo viva aqui

Yeah, verse 2, yo
Now I got these bitches
Screamin' fo' they life
Peein' on they nice
Gotta funny feelin that
They teamin' on the heist
Schemin' on the ice
Won't get you nothin but killed
Front if you will, get chopped up
Stuffed in the quill
Back to the lab, I got these niggas
After my math, these hoes try to play it off
But they actin' is bad
They must have teamed up
With some niggas thinkin' they sweet
Like I just rapped and
And I dont't hold weight in the street
I'm playin' for keeps, I see 'em
Creepin' on the monitors
Got my temperature risin' faster than thermometers
I burn banana clips, make all
My victories unanimous
I'm accurate, once I catch a peak
Hey man, yo ass is hit
Now I see 'em creepin through the front door
I think not we exchange shots
Like cops and the gang blocked
He busts, I bust back
He caught one in the chest
The other two got hit up
In the stomache and neck
I'm under the desk, freeloading
Puttin slugs in the rest
Wonderin what possessed these niggas
To come in my rest

You motherfuckers want a war with me?
Don't you know I fuckin kill niggas?
Here I come
Oh, shit motherfuckers is dead already
Yo, where them bitches go?

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Writer(s): Jimmy Mccracklin, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Lowell Fulsom, Sean Matthews, Senen Reyes