Smooth criminal, Mike Jack And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back Pull that TEC out just to make a statement He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared" "Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back"
We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough? They gon' have to carry your man's if he approach us Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up
Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car Any sudden movement and this bitch go, "Fah, fah" Bet I have him huggin' Allah I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh So you better look both ways, make your soul shake Demons standin' in the doorway Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way" Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Still on that bullshit, MJ Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape All my life, had to risk-take But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali 30 shots'll knock him down like Muhammad Ali Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch
Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh So you better look both ways, make your soul shake Demons standin' in the doorway Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way" Tell me, Annie, are you okay?