Lyrics

(Hook) Punk Mothafucka (Shut your mouth) Some punk mothafucka's wanna fuck with me Lotta punk mothafucka's try to fuck with me East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh) (Verse 1) Every damn night I fight with my nightmares,No defense Rockin offense All ya mothafucka's hate on me But do you heard what I give ? Nothin I ain't givin shit for your ass,We high but you niggas never gonna learn Lemme tell what I got in my heart,Just a hate back Fuck ya'll Lotta mothafucka's scared to holla back My block bumpin Teasers lasers You better run back Oh i can't make it chronic ? Fuck this,At least I ain't waitin for cheese Oh please,You better get on your knees,See my nigga all OG's Callin your fuckin self a rich Men I ain't givin your dark or white but you never smoke that trees Since day you forget about gangsta rap,DRE came up again like chronic 1 Look where Im livin In this game if you ain't figthin for your hunger you ain't gettin shit nigga Bitch ass you hit a Rapper who had a lots of gangbang Still lovin hood Still Hatin Police (Hook) Punk Mothafucka (Shut your mouth) Some punk mothafucka's wanna fuck with me Lotta punk mothafucka's try to fuck with me East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh) (Verse 2) Well no Go to hell,My life just about rap,Rap just about me Free,To hit niggas on streets In hood Im sure no one saw a presents Men,If you all about this damn money,You'll wishin to gettin Then you turn to monkey Yeah for sure you dont fuck it cuz All ya niggas actin maniac My niggas gasp all ya mothafuckas Then you feel like you livin like in the jungle Thats what I'm talkin about,Now look at me in hood Richie boy shit No lie I ain't fuckin with your pride,Im still with my hood Fuck shit.I know all a ya nervous But I still can get I shot for ya Lemme shout for ya,Thug of menace Or I mean Punk for police Dirty money comes lotta ways,Never had shit just lots a game (Hook) Punk Mothafucka (Shut your mouth) Some punk mothafucka's wanna fuck with me Lotta punk mothafucka's try to fuck with me East Side (Hah) West side (Hah) Rollin on South Side (Ohh) (Verse 3) Uh I can't hit some house to have this money I never want this money for fame,My on wish,Havin this power Like y'll respect to shooter,Just to say money tree's not grown on your backyard Hope you find it,look from window,Dont come here with your gold When dollar came up You just dont remember your mains Me hah No Way,Never gonna love one Of ya hood rats Hoppin lord gon forgive em Just to wishin money Since my uncle died I lost my mind Ah Dont want to see me lost this shit up Screams Breaks Murders Times I dont scared to have assassination No you mothafucka's not gonna understand,Cryin for money ? Did my best And can't reach to success I dont think thats da shit you ever seen Uh Dont hate player Hate the rules But lemme tell you this I made the rules Yiiiaaah