Raise Up

Click click bang he, he, he

I'm sick of *************z trying to shoot the big six

But when the *************t jumps off the ************* plays the big *************

And that's the problem with the nation of blacks

Too slow with your mother******g hands so you grab your gats

And listen to the gangsta music

You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it

You's a mother******g stud

Letting all your homies know you bought another gun

Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your ************* in the dirt

And know exactly how to send it at you

Trying to work your way into the big clique

And that's the main reason young *************z die quick

Living in this fast *************t and trying to have a bad bit

But what you *************z know about a bank roll

Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes

Think about it quick quick and raise up *************

Now the *************z I run with are down brothers

And ready to die for a mother*******

So when you want to step mate

I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge

I ain't your ordinary villain

Some *************z was born dying I was born killing

So gather up your army G

'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a ************* like me

'Cos I'm coming at you full force *************

I hope you got some real *************z on the trigger

'Cos I be rolling like a hustler

And since you got gats you better use them mother*******s

Sparking nines at a drastic pace

Taking orders from a mother******g basket case

So when my nine goes pop

Boy you better *************t and get your ass up off the pot

************* 'em up listen to my glock click

Now raise up *************

So *************z don't ************* with me

'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety mother******g three

And the rest of the years to come

So ******* bring it on if you mother*******s want some

And I'm a break you off a big piece

'Cos *************z can't ************* with the big chief

Attention mother*******s about face

Salute the one that the people call scarface

Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up

Quick to not give a *************, never bringing the false *************t

I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it

Still running them down, gunning them down

Yeah, 'cos real *************z going to clown

So put your crown on since you're bigger

And let me take care of my business *************

The bigger the ************* the bigger the cap

The bigger the bullet the bigger the ******g gatt

So step up with that hoe *************t and I'm a empty the whole clip

Ain't no running like a rabbit

'Cos I'm a let you mother*******s have it

Let the mother******* blast

And bring your hat to your mother******g ass

'cos *************z ain't true to it, you're new to it

And don't know what to do to it

But I ain't never had that kind of luck

If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the *************