As crack at down as noun to belong me double trouble. You don't know me. Motherfucka you see. It's not my fault your bitch is slut. I remember when I stole her heart. I fucked her ass, every hole she has. (Buuut...) It's just a girl,you must get it high. You don't know why?Your feeling body roled by. When I was fucking her she was screaming hard. But now your guys in my yard. And I am ready for my fight. But I see in their pistols light. Don't you look I am white, I will give you high level fight. You don't know why? (It's not your homie fight)
(Chorus) They wanna kill me,let me die. But they can't fight. These punk-ass dudes with their hair dye. I hate them all and I told you why. You don't know why? (It's not your homie fight)
One time I met a lonely child. These streets are macking with him sometimes wild. I helped him and then in gratitude he made for me an art. I know he did it from his heart. On this art I saw myself with 2 guns. Mechanism runs. And I was looking like \"Jezuz cry, when you lie,after die\". On this art I was Jezuz with my sons. But mechanism runs. I was killing these motherfuckers and you know why.
Some times it's hard. But I look on this fucken art.
(Chorus) They wanna kill me,let me die. But they can't fight. These punk-ass dudes with their hair dye. I hate them all and I told you why. You don't know why? (It's not your homie fight) (2x)