(feat. Paul Cain)
[Intro - Paul Cain]
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh)
Clue! (yeah), I`m the first line of defense (yeah)
And I`ma show `em what that means (yeah)
[Chorus 1 - Paul Cain]
I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn`t make it - fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I`ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that`s big enough to drive a truck through
[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
If I talk it`s gonna be reckless; I`m ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon` respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told `em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised
They ain`t crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me
And they`ll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I`ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah)
You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain`t gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar`ll speak
If it ain`t involvin bread, I ain`t with it
I don`t need D`s on me, I`m already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don`t discriminate, leave CEO`s and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I`m tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip bir Send " F You Too" Ringtone to your Cell