("Aye, you want some of this shit?
I don't want that shit
I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit
And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga
Man shut the fuck up
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga crib
When he come out you gotta tighten' his ass up
I'm a get in the other car
Alright!")

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
(Brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out
(Thangs out)
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The D A can't play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
(I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')
Catch you slippin', I'm a kill you
(I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

Keep thinkin' I'm candy, till ya fuckin' skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like jack in da box
In the hood summer time is the killin' season
It's hot out this bitch, that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin' "Lord, Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leakin'
When that window roll down and that A K come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up

God's on ya side, shit I'm aight with that
'Cuz we reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then lady luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe, 'cause you moved out the hood
'Cuz ya momma still around dog and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
'Cuz I'd get tired of lookin' for ya, spray ya momma crib
And let ya ass look for me

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
(Brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out
(Thangs out)
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The D A can't play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/jvj(I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')
Catch you slippin', I'ma kill you
(I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind
I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up, I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker, I can hire some help
I done heard about the fifty grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot it won't do 'em no good

With a pistol I define, the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin' hurt when it rains
Oh you a pro at playin' battleship, well this ain't the same
Lil' homie, this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles of motherfuckin' chains
Or laid out in the street leakin' out their brains

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
(Brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out
(Thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The D A can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
(I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')
Catch you slippin', I'ma kill you
(I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin'? Homie I ain't playin')

After the fist fights, it's gunfire boy, you get the best of me
(Best of me)
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin' me
(Testin' me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin' me
(Blessin' me)
Fin'nin to run rap 'cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe
(The recipe, recipe)

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
'Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin' Benz is bulletproof, nigga
'Cuz my motherfuckin' vest is bulletproof, nigga
'Cuz my motherfuckin' hat is bulletproof, nigga
But the doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion
Better that then a hole in the head, right nigga
Ha ha ha ha