Ohh don't even look at me wrong
when i come through the hood
Aint nothin changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when i hit the block, i still will kill
Respect come from admiration and fear
You can admire me if you can catch one in your wing
You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap
So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal, a infantry, Im built for this mentally
That's why i'm the general. i do what they pretend to do
Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you
Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do
i drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your ass off
I'm not for the games, i'm not for all the playin
The hollow tips rain when i unleash the pain [/size]
