No Face No Case

Da-damn E, that shit exclusive Turn me up, Slim I'm on the road doin' shows, takin' trips Pull up on your hoe, I'm gon' fuck on your bitch Everywhere I go, yeah, I'll be with my clique Fuck with the gang, you get hit with the stick Call up my shooters, my shooter don't miss I kept a toolie since I was a kid Choppa like jelly, that bitch gotta kick Run down on that nigga, choppa make him flip (ay) (Bop) hop out with the tool (Bah, bah) put you on the news (Bah, bah) you snooze and you lose (Bah, bah) we don't play by the rules Uh, pull up on you and your bae Uh, shoot that hoe on her face Uh, masked up, with the .38 No face, then there ain't no case All my niggas really 'bout it strapped up with them rockets We be quick to do a homie Every single nigga 'round me, they Zoe's, they zombies Yeah, they're really catchin' bodies My hitters gon' kill for that bag (ay) Put racks on your head, you get whacked (ay) We got niggas runnin' like track (uh) Put 50 holes in your back (bitch) I heard you pussy niggas tellin' We don't fuck with snitches, we don't fuck with rats (uh) So much niggas talkin' stupid Typin' on computers, pull up with that MAC (bitch) Pull up on your ass if you're lackin' Won't hesitate to let you have it Pull up like, "Nigga, what's happenin'?" Hittin' you up while I'm laughin' I'm on the road doin' shows, takin' trips Pull up on your hoe, I'm gon' fuck on your bitch Everywhere I go, yeah, I'll be with my clique Fuck with the gang, you get hit with the stick Call up my shooters, my shooter don't miss I kept a toolie since I was a kid Choppa like jelly, that bitch gotta kick Run down on that nigga, choppa make him flip (ay) (Bop) hop out with the tool (Bah, bah) put you on the news (Bah, bah) you snooze and you lose (Bah, bah) we don't play by the rules Uh, pull up on you and your bae Uh, shoot that hoe on her face Uh, masked up, with the .38 No face, then there ain't no case Nigga don't fuck with O Sama We pull up with choppas and send your bitch ass to the doctor JayO Sama bringin' drama and send you to trauma Head shot, boy, you're a goner Niggas want smoke, they won't pop up my choppa go Blocka When I come through, wet your block up Nigga say he got a problem, well, I'ma come solve 'em Pull up to your door, wet your mama I came back to life I was destined The new Makaveli, "Thug life" tatted on my belly Niggas hollerin', they gon' get me, I'm ready like Webbie Turn your dreads into spaghetti You're Sama gang, then you're my bro Bummy, Boo Boo and Mo, bitch, we're like Ed, Edd and Eddy They sent my brothers up the road Now I'm gettin' that dough, on the stove cookin' like Betty I'm on the road doin' shows, takin' trips Pull up on your hoe, I'm gon' on your bitch Everywhere I go, yeah, I'll be with my clique Fuck with the gang, you get hit with the stick Call up my shooters, my shooter don't miss I kept a toolie since I was a kid Choppa like jelly, that bitch gotta kick Run down on that nigga, choppa make him flip (ay) (Bop) hop out with the tool (Bah, bah) put you on the news (Bah, bah) you snooze and you lose (Bah, bah) we don't play by the rules Uh, pull up on you and your bae Uh, shoot that hoe on her face Uh, masked up, with the .38 No face, then there ain't no case