The Diary

Lyrics

[Intro] (Say, Face .. nigga, I think I can fade you now) What, fade me how? (Sheeit, on this rap shit) Come on, nigga.. [Verse] I brought my chopper and my hard hat The shit's fucked up now show a nigga where the war at 'Cause I'm about to clean house Stick this AK up your ass and blow that fucker clean off 'Cause you niggas in the wrong You came up short and now we fin to get it going on I ain't your average motherfucker You step out of line and watch a motherfucker bust ya 'Cause you done came at me the wrong way I ain't no Clint Eastwood, nigga, and you done picked the wrong day So bring your ass to the battleground Rat-tat-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound Avoid no niggas 'cause niggas be human I squeeze the trigger and niggas be movin' 'Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (Why?) I'd rather point it at your ass and watch the nigga die I gives a fuck about your team mates 'Cause when it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face You shoulda seen that lil' nigga Brad Came through here, seen David done that nigga bad And your homies better stand still Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you bitches 'cause the man will Don't bring your ass to my picnic 'Cause I done had it up to here with all you niggas talkin' that bitch shit So you better get your shit right I'm from the state where you rarely see a motherfuckin' fist fight It's all about the gun blast So you can miss me with that bullshit you spittin' with your punk ass It's the diary of a born killer Don't have to worry about me fallin' off this thang 'cause I'm a strong nigga The boregard of the hard With niggas behind me from East Oakland to the South Park I've got the mind of the man right behind ya You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya Like I say there's no getaway And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your shit away It's the return of the real niggas I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill niggas I'll bust that ass on the fuckin' double So push on with that ho shit, bitch, 'cause you don't want trouble So get your ass up off my shoestrings And let your shermed nigga do things [Outro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, where you finna go, fool? (I can't fuck with it, you got it, man) Come on, nigga You wanna rap, nigga? (I can't do it) Let's rap nigga, come on You see, you see! That's how motherfucker is, dogg That's how motherfuckers be, funky ass hoes You motherfuckers better quit fuckin' with me like this That's really, though