Doesn't cross my way, because I gotta fuckin' strap
I gotta Glock pop in, don't go near my flap
Like Jim gotta trap and you'll swallow my frag'
I'mma gangsta make me destroy his rap
U make a point of speakin' in public that likes black
I'm not in this life to get a contract
I got principles, 1 clip and a lot of cap
I'll fill that gap, shoot us his niggas and get the clap
Tossin' around the hood and in his window
I dropped the dirty dough, now only clean dough
J. Glock shot at his niggas
And you're flushed with anger
Not sure what that means: "No trespassin'!" and "Danger!"
At the morgue, his family say it's a stranger
Doesn't cross my way, because I gotta fuckin' strap
I gotta Glock pop in, don't go near my flap
Like Jim gotta trap and you'll swallow my frag'
I'mma gangsta make me destroy his rap
Yeah, we'll come and bomb drops, everythin' explodes
Fire in you and his baby girls no clothes
Bullets in the barrel, clip downloaded? Go out of the holes
Like Optimus Prime I carry a lot of ammo
In my bullet-proof Ac' - I'm ready for the commando
Black ink, black cap, 'Pac ain't his soldier
U don't know how to use that old revolver
His bullets don't come here, you don't get over