Go - Skeme, T.I.

Got any drugs or weapons on you?

You niggas, you ain’t shit!

Scared now

I like that

Look

Murder shoot retaliation: that’s all we know

E’ry week another altercation: we trained to go

No retreat and no intimidation: incredible

Instead of full clips I tote revolver

On my mission cause whenever they say miss' in a case it be hard to solve em

Take no shit and I put that shit on my father

I’m turnt to the max ain’t no adjustin' my volume

And here’s a little message for the robbers: (gunshot)

AY!

Straight out the set

Where K rounds get sprayed out and lay down ya set

'Less you pressin' yo issue then fuck you lil' pussies and fuck what you rap

I need it all cash no checks I bet de' niggas won’drin what coming next

Pull up in foreign that FN is showing you pussies is already knowing

I fly like he got more heart than Owen

The niggas that’s with him is riddin' the bitches that’s with me be geeked up

and rollin'

Came in with TIP and them niggas with three-quarters worth of a clip for these

niggas

So know if it go to them cannons when I let it off ain’t no chance of it jammin'

Ay

Bet know that I’m strapped when you see me pull up at the light

Mac 10 in my lap and the Carbon 15 to the right

Being polite

50 round drum put this shit in ya life

The end of ya life will begin in tonight

Go to hell take you a friend if you like

Promise I’m worth every bit of the hype

See yo shit what pussy ass niggas recite when they partner step up to go get in

the fight

Then go get they ass whoop get they chain and shit took

Sucker can call me e’r name in the book but I bet I ain’t broke

And I bet I ain’t takin no shit from no nigga on sight Imma go (Imma go)

Never no question on how Imma handle it on sight Imma go (nigga go)

Come with the hammers and just get to blammin' on sight Imma go (nigga go)

Nigga bes' miss me with all a that hoe shit on sight Imma go (nigga go)

Play with me 'n' the homie get wrong if you want just know Imma go

I’on' fuck wit none of these niggas cause I ain’t run the bands up with these

niggas and I

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None of these bitches cause when the money come I ain’t even stuntin these

bitches and I

Don’t say no to drugs cause a nigga too busy yellin' hell yeah fuckin right

Yep yep bes' bet be the crookedest chef in the kitchen nigga we ain’t cookin

nothin light

Me and CIRE just talkin shit the other night sayin' that these niggas can’t

fuck with what I was on

I be in the mirror like all of this designer shit I’m wearin' ain’t right

unless I got the gun on

Pockets heavy let me get my Big Pun on

Laughin at these niggas who be sided with fun on

Beat stupid let the flow go dumb on

My bitch twin from the tub get a Rev Run on

I had to hustle from the trenches with mine

They prolly wonder how much time was spent on them rhymes

They think I’m writing I’m just such doing, nigga to the exit you a quarter

threw ya bus and now I’m finished with mine

I really got hits lil nigga, I’m really bout as big as it gets lil nigga, so

Don’t sweat lil nigga all that actin like a hood 'll get you chipped lil nigga

Hey!