 Yeah, how many times we gotta come do it? How many come bust it with you? How many? How many that I live? How many that I made at home? Back to they kids, not plenty This s**t, it get real, this s**t, it for real You s**t don't play in the field, don't do it You play with the fire, you better use it Don't part fake, and don't you abuse it Play with my brother, you know I get slimed I pull up and shoot him, I make sure they dine Then all of them rhymes, you know it for real I'm slimed for mine You trying, you dying, disrespecting the game You got to know that s**t like committing a crime Yeah, you got a warrant, now you is want it Now we is on it